#unto her own disaster

[deputy-morgan-malone]

Which Tragic Greek Figure is Your OC?

I was tagged by @corvosattano to take this uquiz for my OC/s, thank you!

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton, @poetikat, @adelaidedrubman, @henbased, @marivenah, @turbo-virgins, @josephslittledeputy, @aceghosts, @perhapsrampancy, @i-am-the-balancing-point, @fourlittleseedlings, @florbelles, @unholymilf​, @detectivelokis​ and @strafethesesinners​ - sorry for any double-tags but I find those super hard to keep up with - and no pressure!

Deputy Morgan Malone (FC5)

Patroclus

clever patroclus, beloved patroclus, poor patroclus: you do fall into madness, nor vanity, nor hubris. not, that is, for your own sake. love for that golden-haired man, sorrow for your countrymen; it is for his name that you don his armor, and for the dying greeks that you ride into battle. every piece of you is willingly given away, even if after you are gone there are wicked things done in your name.

[romanoffsdarling]

Time To Say (Goodbye)

Pairing: Daughter-in-Law!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s something that should have never started in the first place, something you should have stopped long ago. Why does something so wrong have to feel so right?

Word Count: 3,339

Warnings: G!P Wanda, cheating/infidelity, slight daddy kink, oral (R and Wanda receiving), possessive sex, angst. 18+, Minors DNI.

Author’s Note: Sorry if this is trash… I haven’t really written for G!P before.

“How did your date go?”

It’s an innocent question, borne out of genuine interest in your personal life, but you couldn’t stop the smallest of winces from flitting across your face. The feeling of burning eyes boring into the side of your head doesn’t help things, but you meet the gentle gaze of your daughter steadily, a wane smile curling your lips upward.

“It went fine,” you reply, placing your fork back down on the placemat. Lest she notice the shakiness of your hand. “I had a great time.”

“Will you be seeing him again?”

The husky voice, made even huskier by the accent slipping through the cracks, interrupts whatever your daughter had been about to say. A certain note of sharpness laid within it that you could pick out instantly, but your daughter seemed wholly unaware of. Instead, she offers you an encouraging smile too, clearly agreeing with her wife. Knowing that if you didn’t look at her, if you didn’t even try to create a semblance of normalcy, then your daughter, for all of her obliviousness, would pick up on something— that being the last thing you want.

Meeting darkened emerald with your own steady gaze is a test unto itself— staring into the eyes of Wanda Maximoff, your daughter’s wife, and answering a question about your dating life is one thing, but staring at the woman you’ve secretly been having an affair with?

An entirely different matter.

“I don’t know.” Honesty is the best possibility, right? Even though you think that scheme of rules had abandoned you long ago. “He was nice, but I don’t know if he’d want to see me again.”

Your daughter scoffs. “Please, he’d be an absolute idiot to not want to take you out again.” She shifts in her seat, gesturing towards her wife. “Right, Wanda?”

Wanda, who had been staring at you with an unreadable expression, seemingly softens, but you could see the war being waged within her eyes, as she smiles gently. “An absolute fool.” Emerald eyes trace over your face. “Only an imbecile would be able to let you go.”

You shift in your seat, well aware of the double nuance hidden within her words, but your daughter continues forward with the conversation, easily switching subjects to something that happened to her at work the previous week, and you’ve never been more relieved for a shift then right now.

Even though, as you begin to slowly finish your dinner, listening half heartedly to your daughters rambling, you could feel Wanda’s gaze still steadily boring into you. A heat building between the two of you that you know she wouldn’t let go of— no matter what.

You should have known that she’d corner you when your daughter was otherwise preoccupied upstairs, your own attention being on finishing up the dishes.

A warm body suddenly pressing you into the counter, heated lips tracing across your neck, almost makes you drop the plate in your grasp, but you’re able to steady yourself just enough to stop that inevitable disaster from occurring.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you went on a date?” The words are snarled against your pulse point, teeth digging into the sensitive flesh there. No doubt leaving a mark that’d you have for the next few days as a reminder. “That you let someone else ever think they’d be able to have you?”

A small sound escapes your throat before you can stop it. The feeling of Wanda pressed so firmly against your back: hands gripping your hips, a familiar bulge making its home against your ass, and the soothing tongue that’s gently lapping over yet another mark she had just made.

“Answer me,” she hisses, warm breath hot over the shell of your ear. “I want to know why the fuck you thought I’d ever let anyone else have you?”

You shake your head. “We can’t do this, Wanda. What we’ve been doing—” A gasp is wrenched from your lips when Wanda grinds her erection against you, her blatant need for you apparent. “It’s wrong. What we’re doing is wrong.”

Wanda huffs out a laugh. “That’s not what you were saying when I had you screaming on this very counter last weekend. In fact—” She steps closer, pulling you impossibly tighter against her body. “I think you wanted nothing more than for me to continue.”

Turning in her grasp, you’re soon face-to-face with Wanda’s smoldering gaze, the darkness from earlier making its appearance blatantly known. “My daughter, your wife, is upstairs right now.” You glance up, trying to hear any note of disturbance. Fortunately not finding any. “We can’t do this anymore, Wanda. I can’t keep betraying my daughter like this.”

“How many times have I told you that I’d divorce her for you? How many fucking times have I told you that I’m completely in love with you?” She steps forward, forehead pressing against your own, voice dropped to a heated whisper. “You’re the love of my life. No one, not even your daughter, will ever be able to compare.”

You flinch at the reminder of your child. “We’ve been over this. You love what I do for your body, Wanda. You don’t love me, I’m over a decade older than you, much more than that let’s be honest, and there’s nothing you can say that’ll change that fact.” You run a frazzled hand through your hair. “Why can’t you accept that?”

“Because you mean everything to me.”

“And she means everything to me.”

A snarl curls her lips upward, clearly displeased by the turn that this conversation had taken, but you’re well aware that Wanda wouldn’t simply let this be— that she wouldn’t just let you go. Not after everything you’ve been through together.

While you firmly believed that Wanda didn’t love you in the manner she said she did— however much it may cause your heart to flutter whenever she said it— you do believe that she felt a bone-deep attraction to you. That she craved you in the same exact way that you did for her.

Instinctually.

Carnally.

Like the very basis of your beings were meant to be united in an intrinsic way— hence the passionate love affair that you’ve been part of for the last two years.

“Get on your knees.” The command shouldn’t come as a surprise to you, not with how worked up Wanda clearly was, but you still couldn’t stem the shocked expression from making an appearance on your face. “You heard me, baby. I want you to get on your knees for me.”

“Wand—”

A snarl interrupts your rebuttal, surprisingly strong hands gripping your biceps in an iron hold. “No,” she hisses. “This is not the time to argue, this is not the time to make up fucking excuses on why we shouldn’t do this, we only have a little while left before she comes back down here. I’m not going to waste the time I have with you by fighting over something we clearly both want.” Wanda tugs at your arms, showing you clearly what she wants. “Get on your knees. Now.”

Knowing that there’s no use in denying her any further, not with the way your own arousal is currently painting you thighs beneath your dress, you follow her command, eliciting a contented sigh from her. With slightly shaking hands, you quickly make work of both her belt and shimmy her tights jeans down her legs, instantly being met by her hard length.

“Come on, baby,” Wanda coos, threading her fingers through the strands of your hair. “You know what I want.”

Without preamble, or any form of warning, you take Wanda completely into your mouth— from tip until your nose brushes across her pubic bone— delighting in the harsh gasp she lets out, the hand not in your hair steadying herself on the counter behind you. The taste of Wanda, her familiar scent, entrances you completely, surrounding you wholeheartedly. Bobbing up and down, mindful to keep your lips completely sealed to deter any possible noise from escaping, the feeling of Wanda stretching out your throat due to her girth is a heady drug you’ve grown addicted to.

“Fuck,” Wanda curses, hands tightening in your hair. Dragging you up and down her cock, forcing herself further into the back of your throat. “You’re doing so good, baby. Taking me so well. Better than anyone ever has.”

Your nails dig into the backs of her thighs, tongue lashing across the sensitive head, tasting the pre-cum that’s been steadily escaping since you started, the familiar salty, and somehow slightly sweet, flavor making you suck even harder. The action causes Wanda’s hips to jerk harshly, gagging you due to how deep her cock goes, but only a filthy groan is what she gives you in form of an apology— darkened emerald eyes watching you with rapt attention.

Feeling the way she’s beginning to jerk, the way that her hips were beginning to stutter in their momentum, causes you to become aware of how close she is to cumming. Which is why, when Wanda pulls out of your mouth entirely, a small hiss leaving her lips due to the difference in temperature, you’re fairly confused.

With a hand on your neck, Wanda drags you upward, lips descending to filthily meet yours in a twisted embrace. Her tongue meeting yours in a tangle, getting reacquainted with one another, before her teeth nips at your bottom lip when she pulls away. A thin trail of saliva connects you both, so close to one another you weren’t even sure whose air you were breathing anymore.

“You’re so perfect for me,” Wanda murmurs, slender fingers trailing down you face. “The perfect girl for daddy.”

Your thighs clench together at the nickname— one that isn’t used often, as you’re still embarrassed by it at times, but you’ve slowly come to terms with it, how hot it makes Wanda feel, and the erotic thrill it sends down your spine whenever you utter it in the heat of passion.

Wanda’s hands snake down to the back of your legs, placing you so you’re seated on the cold, marble countertop, dark emerald eyes tracing over the expanse of exposed skin that’s at her disposal. Hiking up your dress until it’s situated around your waist, Wanda drinks in the sight of your bare legs, until they settle on her prize. A heated expression taking over the briefly surprised one.

“Not wearing any panties, baby?” A slender finger trials down your slit, parting your folds and barely dipping into the wetness she finds there. “Naughty girl.”

“Only for you.”

A wordless cry is ripped from your throat when Wanda descends onto your clit with a ravenous hunter, tongue lashing against the bundle of sensitive nerves. Drinking you in as if you were her favorite drink, hands making sure you were kept wide open for her. When she lowers herself further, giving her the perfect angle to dip her tongue into your opening, a small keen escapes you. Brief panic settling within your chest as it echoes across the kitchen— not that it stops Wanda in the slightest. In fact, at the confirmation that she was making you feel good, she sped up her movements. Working further and further into your tunnel, small noises of her own, muffled by your cunt, showcasing how affected she is by your taste and the feel of you.

Your climax washes over you quickly, both by how long it’s been since she’s touched you, and the fervency in which she’s currently doing so. Barely being able slap a hand over your mouth before you scream out your release, gushing into Wanda’s waiting mouth, hips flexing and bucking against her solid hold, you feel the tremors make their way down your spine, sending a pleasant chill through you.

Wanda only pulls away once she’s helped you through the aftershocks, face slick with your wetness, but the familiar fire once again scorches you through you at the look she levels you with.

“I need to have you,” Wanda murmurs, standing to settle between your still parted legs. Her cock, that looks almost painfully hard, resting against you, rubbing slightly against your clit, as she situates herself. “We don’t have a lot of time left. Not enough for me to worship you the way you deserve to be worshiped.” She looks almost put out by that. “But, I’m still going to fuck you in a way that only I will ever be able to replicate. Make you mine in the way that you’ve made me yours. Think you can handle that, baby?”

As an answer, you loosely wrap your arms around her neck, tugging her into a brief kiss. You’re well aware you didn’t have enough time left, that idle chitchat would only shave it sway, which is something Wanda seems to register at last. Within the next moment, she’s buried to the hilt in you, your walls stretching to accommodate the familiar length. Tucking your head into her neck, to muffle some of your moans as Wanda begins to thrust, you grapple at her back, nails digging into the leather of her jacket, as Wanda seems to lose herself in the feel of you.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh permeates the air, an occasional grunt or moan intercepting it, and you’d normally be concerned by how much noise you’re making, especially since your daughter is still in the house, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when Wanda fills you so completely, when she plays your body like her favorite instrument.

“Keep fucking me, baby,” you whine, grappling her shoulders, a small tremor making itself known. “I’m so close.”

You were drunk on pleasure as Wanda kept driving her hips forward, one slender finger roughly rubbing your clit in time with each thrust. It’s of no surprise that you find your release quickly after, gushing over Wanda’s cock.

Something that causes her to groan, no doubt feeling the way your inner walls began to constrict around her, trying to milk her for everything she’s worth.

“I’m not going to last much longer, baby,” Wanda gasps, lowering her head to your shoulder. Hips flexing as she tries to stem her climax to extend her pleasure just a bit more, to keep feeling you for just a bit longer. “Going to fill you up.”

With a stuttering thrust, a sharp groan escaping her, Wanda bites down onto the juncture where your shoulder meets your neck, as her climax hits her— jets of her cum painting your inner walls white, warming you up.

Once her own shuddering dies down, when she’s resting limply against your body, your hands gently tracing down her still quivering back, does her voice finally break the silence between you. “I don’t know if I can give this up.” She pulls you back, emerald eyes pleading with you. “I don’t know if I can give you up.”

A bitter smile twists your lips upward, the reminder that Wanda wasn’t truly yours, and that you weren’t truly hers, leaving a sour taste in your mouth.

“It’ll be best for everyone,” you reply, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ears. Heart cracking at the way she leans into the gentle touch. “You owe it to yourself, and my daughter, to try and make your marriage work.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“It will.” It’s an affirmation, one you didn’t particularly put your entire heart behind. Something you didn’t want to dwell too much on. “Anyone would be lucky to have you, Wanda.”

Tears gather in emerald eyes eyes, her head dropping to rest against your chest, as sadness swells between the both of you.

“The only person I want to have me is you.”

You press a kiss to the top of her head, closing your eyes to abate your own tears. “I know.”

“Are you going to come up and visit us during the holidays, mom?”

Your daughter’s hopeful face twists the knife deeper into your heart, but you offer her a gentle smile in return.

“If my schedule allows for it.” You open your arms to accept the final hug she wanted to give you, thankful that you had half a mind to clean yourself up further after you tryst in the kitchen. “I’d love to come visit, you know that.”

At her happy squeal, she finally detached from you, shifting to fully stand on the other side of your doorway, where Wanda had been silently waiting for the last ten minutes, emerald eyes never straying far from you, and you offer her one last smile.

“Drive safe you two,” you warn, what you hope is a good natured expression on your face. “I want you two to be intact when I see you next.”

Your daughter laughs brightly at that, already moving to unload all of her bags in the car, leaving just you and Wanda standing on the porch. A tension falling between you two instantly.

“It was nice to see you, Wanda,” you say, trying to be diplomatic about this entire thing. “I hope the journey back won’t be too long.”

Wanda’s lips thin. “Don’t—” She turns to look back, making sure your daughter is still getting situated in the car. “Don’t treat me like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re saying goodbye.”

You shake your head, a bitter feeling welling within your chest. “Aren’t I?” At the clear look that she’s about to rebuke your statement, you continue. “We’ve both agreed that you need to work on your marriage, Wanda. That you need to try and fix what’s been broken. To do that you can’t see me, and I can’t see you. It’d only end us right back where we started.”

“No,” Wanda hisses, making sure to keep her voice low. “I can’t not talk to you, can’t not see you, I won’t be able to survive.”

Your hand twitches at your side, wanting nothing more than to reach out and caress her cheek. Take away the anguish, the grief, that’s slowly settling over her beautiful face. “You’ll have to, Wanda. For the time being you’ll have to.” Taking a step back, deeper into the house, you almost sob at Wanda’s innate need to follow you. “We’ll see each other again. Once we’ve gotten one another out of our systems, once we’ve learned to be near one another without being together, we’ll see one another again.”

Wanda’s anguish is palpable to you, the pain shown so clearly within her emerald eyes, but you can’t back down. Not from this, not when you’ve finally found the strength to do what you should have done from the start.

The honking of the car in your driveway pulls your attention from her to your daughter’s impatient face. “You have to go.” You don’t turn back to her, knowing that if you saw her pain again you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself. “You have a long drive ahead of you.”

There’s a brief best of silence, wherein Wanda clearly waits for you to look at her, to do something, but you can’t. Not now. So, after another moment, she makes a noise low in her throat, almost like a wounded animal, and barely mutters out. “Goodbye.”

Something begins to rot in your chest, but you only allow a sad smile to twist your lips.

“Goodbye, Wanda.”

And, with that, she steps away from you, getting into the car, and driving off, disappearing down the road and out of your life for the foreseeable future. It’s only once you’re sure they’re gone, when you’re safely hidden behind the closed and locked door of your house, that you allow the tears to come, for your own anguish and grief to come to the surface.

You know what you did was the right thing. That it’d be better for yourself and Wanda for the long run, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Nor did it stop you from wishing that she’d come back.

[nadas-dirthalen]

Veilguard Theorycrafting Thursdays: The Evanuris & Their Lyrium War

Welcome, one and all! While I count down to Veilguard's Halloween release, I'm going to dissect one tinfoil hat theory I have per week.

This week: I think the Evanuris were waging war over lyrium, and I think that in their desire to Blight the world, they killed the only one standing in their way - Mythal.

Elaboration, brainstorming, and sources below the cut! Be warned: this post is LONG.

SPOILERS for the Trespasser DLC, Tevinter Nights, and all Dragon Age games so far, INCLUDING VEILGUARD PROMOTIONAL CONTENT.

"The First of My People:" from Earth and Sky

Before I talk about what the Evanuris became, it's important to lay out my theories about how they came to be. So, to start, let's talk about Elgar'nan, first of the gods, and what the wiki says about his origins:

He was the first of the elven gods, born of the sun and the earth.

Now, to understand the deeper meaning I glean from that sentence alone, I want to talk about how the ancient elves view "the sun" and "the earth," and how neither of these things are as simple as they sound.

First, we can talk about Skyhold: literally the place where the sky was held back, where Solas first created the Veil. With this translation, we can understand that to the ancient elves, the sky and the Fade are interchangeable terms.

From what we can glean from the wiki, we can assume that the elven word 'elgar' means 'spirit.' The word for 'sun' is incredibly similar: 'elgara.'

Therefore, I conclude that the sun and the Fade are the same. One part of Elgar'nan comes from the Fade, in my interpretation. As do all elvhen: I interpret it to mean spirit-essence or spirit-people, suggesting the elvhen are spirits given shape (versus the elven, ostensibly their descendants).

In the Vir Dirthara, you find this codex:

The pages of this book—memory?—show a solemn group of elves in an ampitheater of living wood, entire trees grown into seats and stairs for the listeners to recline on. Two other elves and a spirit of learning are speaking in turn on ways to bend the properties of the material world when casting spells. At the end, the spirit, with the air of a senior lecturer, floats forward and booms in a surprisingly deep voice. "The unchanging world is delicate: spells of power invite disaster and annihilation. The unchanging world is stubborn: the pull of the earth fiercely resists making fire run like water or stone rise like mist. The unchanging world rings with its own harmony. Listen with fearless hearts, and great works will unfold."

Note how these words are being used. The unchanging world is a reference to the waking world, what would become our side of the Veil. But in that world, there is a pull of the earth. This references the deep earth, and its own magic: the magic of the Titans.

Therefore, Elgar'nan is one part "earth" and one part "sun" or "sky." One part Fade, one part Titan magic. In my interpretation? One part lyrium.

I believe Elgar'nan and Mythal, first of the Evanuris, are spirits who became corporeal, somehow involving the magic of Titans. Even though Mythal is said to have risen from the sea, I believe Elgar'nan and Mythal both began their existence spontaneously. They made themselves corporeal, and would go on to create more together. (More on that in a different post!)

From lyrium they came; to lyrium they all would fall.

Mythal and the Titans

Before we go into the Evanuris waging war on one another, we must understand their relationship to lyrium in the first place. How did they go from their own domain to underground, and what laid the groundwork for this infighting?

In the light of the veilfire, the runes seem to shift, coiling and uncoiling like snakes. A thunderous voice shatters the stillness, shouting: "Hail Mythal, adjudicator and savior! She has struck down the pillars of the earth and rendered their demesne unto the People! Praise her name forever!"

If you've done the Descent DLC, the Inquisitor will go on to say, "The runes say the Evanuris fought the Titans. They mined their bodies for lyrium and... something else. It's not clear."

Personally, I'm not sure when Mythal and the Evanuris first began slaying titans. Maybe this precipitated their own corporeal origins. Maybe she and Elgar'nan became corporeal using the bodies of the slain.

What is clear is this: their demesne was given to the People. What is the Titans' property? All we know is that lyrium is their lifeblood. Other than territory underground, this is all that could be given to the People. (More on my thoughts on this and the origin of the other Evanuris in a later week, I promise.)

The Evanuris and Lyrium

For now, one theory I have is that the Evanuris then created unliving servants from lyrium. We see this in another Vir Dirthara codex.

The pages of this book—memory?—show a narrow plateau on top of a mountain, Two armored figures—one in gold, one in black—are fighting in the snow. Steel flickers so fast the air hums. Blood dots the ground. They do not stop for breath. The one in black makes no sound as a blade parts his throat. "Mythal, in her wisdom, interceded in an argument between Elgar'nan and Falon'Din. With clever words, she convinced them to settle their grievance through a battle of their champions. Elgar'nan and Falon'Din agreed, and set their champions against each other rather than declare war among the gods. May those knights long be remembered, and Mythal's wisdom be praised."

These things aren't human! They bleed, but don't breathe. They never stop fighting. This duel lasts 100 years.

But we know that the Evanuris' handling of the Titans and lyrium did not end there.

For a moment, the scent of blood fills the air, and there is a vivid image of green vines growing and enveloping a sphere of fire. The vision grows dark. An aeon seems to pass. Then the runes crackle, as if filled with an angry energy. A new vision appears: elves collapsing caverns, sealing the Deep Roads with stone and magic. Terror, heart-pounding, ice-cold, as the last of the spells is cast. A voice whispers: "What the Evanuris in their greed could unleash would end us all. Let this place be forgotten. Let no one wake its anger. The People must rise before their false gods destroy them all."

The Hubris of Andruil and the Origin of the Blight

Let me be clear. I think there is so much more to Mythal's murder than "Andruil and Falon'din were greedy and upset." But I do know that Andruil and Falon'din are both cited in Inquisition, from various sources, as being greedy and willing to push boundaries in order to further their own gain.

First, we have Andruil: goddess not of the hunt, as the Dalish believe, but of sacrifice, according to Solas in the Temple of Mythal.

One day Andruil grew tired of hunting mortal men and beasts. She began stalking the Forgotten Ones, wicked things that thrive in the abyss. Yet even a god should not linger there, and each time she entered the Void, Andruil suffered longer and longer periods of madness after returning. Andruil put on armor made of the Void, and all forgot her true face. She made weapons of darkness, and plague ate her lands. She howled things meant to be forgotten, and the other gods became fearful Andruil would hunt them in turn.

We know that blight disease is sometimes referred to as a "plague." We also know that prolonged lyrium use causes mutations in mages. We also know that red lyrium is Blighted lyrium - the blood of a Blighted Titan.

We also know that regular lyrium can, at the very least, empower a templar's anti-magic abilities. And we know what Mythal did to Andruil for her frequent trips to the Void.

[Andruil] howled things meant to be forgotten, and the other gods became fearful Andruil would hunt them in turn. So Mythal spread rumors of a monstrous creature and took the form of a great serpent, waiting for Andruil at the base of a mountain. When Andruil came, Mythal sprang on the hunter. They fought for three day and nights, Andruil slashing deep gouges in the serpent's hide. But Mythal's magic sapped Andruil's strength, and stole her knowledge of how to find the Void. After this, the great hunter could never make her way back to the abyss, and peace returned.

The moment I found out that memories are stored in lyrium, I had strong feelings about this codex. Especially since Solas, once absorbing Mythal's power at the end of Inquisition, gains the ability to use dwarven magic (turning people to stone with a thought). My interpretation is that Mythal has always been able to use this magic, for whatever reason, and was able to take Andruil's memories from her, storing those memories somewhere else. (There's a whole other theory branching from that, but it is not for this post.)

Point being: Mythal actively worked to prevent the other Evanuris from delving too deep into lyrium/Stone magic/the Void.

And it would be her downfall.

The Lone Voice of Reason, Doomed

Given the Evanuris' relationship to lyrium and the Titans, it would only be a matter of time before their desire to amass power would bring them too far, past the point of no return.

This would drive them to murdering Mythal, but not right away.

First, we can see countless examples of Evanuris greed leading up to Mythal's murder. Ghilan'nain created monsters of all shapes and sizes before the Evanuris raised her to godhood in fear. In Horror of Hormak, we gain a little insight into this process: a laboratory in the Deep Roads, an awful briny fluid, and a yellow-green lyrium crystal powering everything, which is then used to collapse the strange mountain above the laboratory, destroying it.

Later, Ghilan'nain encourages one of Dirthamen's followers to take a winged shape reserved for the gods, presumably a dragon. This sends Mythal into such quick anger that she turns this person to Elgar'nan for judgement, knowing his judgement is violent and cannot be trusted.

Second, Solas talking about Falon'Din in the Temple of Mythal makes me think that Falon'Din attempted a very similar rebellion, only to meet a similar failure.

INQUISITOR: Do you know any legends? SOLAS: It is said Falon’Din’s appetite for adulation was so great, he began wars to amass more worshippers. The blood of those who wouldn’t bow low filled lakes as wide as oceans. Mythal rallied the gods, once the shadow of Falon’Din’s hunger stretched across her own people. It was almost too late. Falon’Din only surrendered when his brethren bloodied him in his own temple. INQUISITOR: Did ancient elves believe all their gods so terrifying? SOLAS: Yes. I believe they did.

For a time, the Evanuris were on Mythal's side - at least when others were watching. I think, more likely, no one wanted to be publicly associated with failed rebellions.

Taken together, I conclude that the elven gods were quietly trying to rebel against Mythal for a long time, and would only succeed when they all worked together.

We know from the Veilguard trailer that the elven gods are all Blighted. This suggests to me that they all united on their desire to exploit lyrium and spread the Blight.

What Does This Mean for Veilguard?

Well! I'm a bit late in writing this all down, so the Veilguard Release Trailer has already hit a lot of my talking points. BUT. Tinfoil hat on, this is what I could see:

Ghilan'nain and Elgar'nan are both Blighted. I'm guessing Elgar'nan's dragon form is also Blighted, and this will have implications for Solas/the Dread Wolf form.

I think the original valasslin used by the Evanuris were inked in lyrium, and since Solas' spell to remove them still works on a present-day Inquisitor, I wonder if some lyrium component is still involved -- and if it is, I imagine some of the Dalish might be puppetted by the Evanuris in DA:tV.

We know at least one Titan is Blighted, because of the existence and spread of red lyrium in DA:I. I'm thinking we see this not only spread, but mutate, due to the differently-appearing darkspawn in DA:tV and the existence of altered darkspawn in the short story Horror of Hormak.

We know Weisshaupt is supposedly dealing with its own "problems," and can also be seen with red lyrium in that one map trailer for DA:tV.

I think something is going to happen to everyone presently affected by lyrium. Vivienne and Solas both say that even regular lyrium permanently affects a mage who consumes it.

I think Mythal/Flemeth/Morrigan is going to tell us the intricacies of the lyrium war, as well as reveal secrets about lyrium's uses.

So... YEAH! If you got this far, thank you for reading this much. Let me know if you agree, or if I've missed anything important!

Happy 70 days 'til Veilguard, my dudes.

[howlingday]

Cinder’s obsession with Ruby has become a Liability to Salem, so the next course of action was to fully Grimmify her and remove her autonomy.

"This is for your own good, Cinder, dear..."

The words were soothing, but did little to ease the agony that Cinder was in. That Cinder was becoming. Salem had noticed that every mission her pawn was sent on ended in disaster, be it to her benefit or not, as a result of her obsession with the up-and-coming silver-eyed warrior. And it had long become a problem by now.

As a result, Cinder was to receive a... change in her position within Salem's Inner Circle. However, transforming her into a Hound like she'd down before to the silvereyes of the past wouldn't be as effective as it should have been. The girl was already integrated with the Grimm, so there was at least some steppingstone to begin from. And that steppingstone then led to her replacing parts, emulsifying flesh into the black tar of the Grimm-pool and creating a new variant that would terrorize Remnant and hasten its destruction.

What little tears Cinder could cry had long dried out. Everything around her was black. Her lungs and throat were forced open to allow her to breathe and vomit through her pain. Her fingers clenched the viscous sludge, like one would to the cushions of a dentist's chair. Or, at least, she clenched what she thought were her fingers.

Salem's newest creature would be large. Much larger than her Hound was, but just as versatile. A faculative biped with the capabilities of flight, and able to command all of her Grimm on her behalf. Heavy armor would be distributed in small pieces across her body, though can gather together to form a large shell to protect any supposed vital points that Salem could have overlooked in her creation. Admittedly, Salem wasn't perfect. To think otherwise would be akin to hubris.

The ground suddenly came to meet Cinder from below. She wheezed, reaching for her master, only to become panicked as she saw her hand was so much different from her own before. She let out a yell, a horrible bestial cry that drove her mad. Other Grimm began to gather at her pain, eager to consume whatever failure their god had delivered unto them. The gathered closer and closer as Cinder flailed on the ground like a toddler throwing a tantrum. A Creeper opened the crouched close enough lunged at her!

"Well, well..." Salem smirked. "Isn't that interesting?"

The hunter had become the hunted as Cinder's new mouth, a jaw longer than a crocodile's, held the Creeper high in the air. It squealed and wailed as it struggled futilely. With a toss of her head, Cinder snapped her jaws shut, severing the Creeper in two. The other Grimm, either out of anger or confusion, jumped at Cinder. She spun around, and her tail whipped an Ursa's head clean off. A Beowolf jumped onto her but was easily snatched and ripped apart by her claws. It wasn't until a Beringel challenged her that she began to struggle.

Salem edged just a slight as she watched her creation combat her new brothers. The tail, jaws, and talons she'd used had proven to be effective and deadly weapons. Still, there was something missing. Something to really separate her from all the other Grimm.

Suddenly, Cinder's eyes flared not red, but orange. They blazed with the power of the Fall Maiden. Her back exploded outward, splattering black tar viscera this was and that. Her wings spread, then began to beat the air. She'd begun to lift herself, and the Beringel off the ground. Her opponent struggled, but found her claws had dug too deep into them. Then came the drop, smashing the beast hard into the ground. The Beringel survived, though not for long as her mouth opened, and orange flames spewed from her maw. The largest Grimm to challenge her died screaming and engulfed in flames.

"Enough." The flames died, and Cinder walked away from her kill to kneel before her master. "Well done, Cinder." She gave a rumble in pleasure. "Hm... But you're not Cinder anymore, are you? You're something... more. Something more powerful than any other Grimm I had created. You're... perfect~." She began to walk around her Grimm, admiring her handiwork. "And something so perfect deserves a name just as perfect."

This beast, the perfect incarnation of evil that contained the powers of a Maiden, the tactical mindset of a woman driven by a lust for power, and a killing instinct to match the Grimm she would serve with. However, as much as Salem bragged about Cinder's perfection, there was still the matter of conditioning her to not chase after Ruby Rose. So she would need to be kept close. Extremely close.

"You shall be my... Drakengard."

[cipheramnesia]

tell me how people are wrong about griddle and harrow! i need to know your thots!

I'm waiting to finish all three current books but I haven't managed to stumble across any fandom material, aside from one extremely excellent piece of fan art, that feels correct so far. Which is perhaps on me, because I don't really go far ranging looking for fan works. But everything I manage to find feels refracted through trope lenses into digestible bites with all the crunchy delicious spice sanded off.

Harrowhark becomes like this manic pixie taxidermy girl instead of a person with severe complicated PTSD covered in blood and trying to bury her life and future under crags of necromancy to find a way to resurrect the self that died when she was too young to have to understand. Gideon is some butch himbo instead of completely adrift and clinging to her own sarcastic front against a world that refuses to either accept or reject her, demanding her body and soul without ever acknowledging her existence as an individual because it can't, because none of them can or everyone's horrific trauma and complex mental illnesses explode into so much dust and bone, y'know?

I dunno if it's just being in relationships with people who have personal histories that would peel the wallpaper off the yellow room, but it feels like there's a vast gulf between "enemies to lovers disaster gays" and people with centuries old rust-covered locks for hearts that have grown unto each other, black flaking metal chains twined up in their chests. If they can't open the locks they're bound in chains forever, but if they try they might just crumble and break.

And it's not that I need everything to be a nightmare of death and pain but that Gideon and Harrow of the books are entertaining personalities out front, while the totally fucked up people lurking behind are the machine that makes those sweet sweet personalities tick. Not to say people need trauma to be interesting, but Gideon and Harrow don't feel right if they aren't broken, and that feels missing everywhere I look.

The fandom versions I see are very neat and tidy, but these blorbos should not be rotating in your mind without leaving a big old mess.

[msfantasy]

Amortentia is one hell of a drink

Sebastian x Reader

Summary: Y/n chugs Amortentia in her potions class on a dare.

"Ah kind of you to grace us with your presence Ms. M/C." The late comer shuffles sheepishly into her potions class, embarrassed by Professor Sharp's greeting. Sitting at her usual table with Poppy, Imelda, Ominis and Sebastian, the lecture continues. "Since you are late, I kindly ask you to lean into your cauldron, and tell me what it smells like." The Howarts hero leans into the cauldron and takes a deep breath in, smelling the most intoxicating smell.

"It smells like grass blades, earth and inky book paper" The class bursts into 'oos' and 'aw'. Confusion crosses her face as Professor Sharp applauds her bravery.

"Excellent work Ms. M/C since you have described your amortentia, I will not be taking points away from your house despite your timeliness." Professor Sharp continues to walk amongst the students answering questions.

"What the hell is an Amort-whatever he said." M/C questions curiously. Poppy and Imelda laugh at your obliviousness.

"Why don't you drink it and find out?" Sebastian urges with a knowing grin. Ominis elbows Sebastian in the ribs.

"Do not listen to this neanderthal." Ominis urges.

"I don't know guys, that could be messy." Poppy pipes up before Imelda butts in.

"I'd say drink it and find out." Imelda grinning a little too much. "How about out? Dare you too." Imelda's coos pushed her over the line.

"Ugh fine." Sebastian picks up a clean beaker and dips it into the concoction holding it unto M/C. Though the concoction smelt nice, it didn't smell appetising. Taking a deep breath, she swings the potion drinking the contents in quick gulps. "Dear Merlin, who made that?" She bolts quickly out of the room with Sebastian running in suit of his disaster.

"M/C I'm sorry, I'll take you to the hospital wing to-" Sebastian's words were cut quickly when a soft pair of glossed lips pressing delicately on his own. In shock, Sebastian tried pushing the girl away from him. Only for her to lock her arms around his neck tighter, pushing him deeper into her mouth. Why was this happening? Is this from the potion? Sebastian recalled to parts of the lesson where Professor Sharp warned against the effects of drinking it. Appearing almost out of nowhere, Ominis rips Sebastian away.

"Did you not listen to the lecture? Drinking the potion will cause intense infatuation with the administrator i.e you Sebastian." A heavy rock of guilt slams into Sebastians stomach. He did not intend to for his antics to go this far.

M/C pressed her self against Sebastian, grabbing fistfuls of his robes. He peers down into the girls eyes. Her long lashes fluttering as her eyes glisten tears. "Please Seb." She sobs in earnest. It's a dream come true, having M/C beg for him like this, but his desires are quickly extinguished knowing that this is not genuine.

"Ominis is there a cure for this?" Sebastian asks, not breaking eye contact with the teary girl in his arms. Ominis growls in annoyance.

"Meet me in the undercroft, I shall bring you the elixir. Do not do anything you may regret Sebastian." Ominis sour words roll over Sebastian, making him feel so creepy.

"Why won't you kiss me Seb - are you mad at me?" M/C sobs leaning closer to Sebastian. He sighs pulling her along to the undercroft. "I'll do whatever you want, just don't be mad at me." She begs in long whines.

"I'm not mad, M/C I promise." Her demeanour changes instantly. A huge smile plastered across her face. M/C continues to follow Sebastian into the undercroft as Ominis instructed.

The girl throws her arms around Sebastian's neck again, peering up into his eyes. "I love you Seb." Sebastian hummed looking towards the door. She presses gentle kisses into his neck before the girl grabs Sebastian cheek, forcing him to look at her. "I've loved you since our 5th year, I often think about us being together, I truely want to be with you." Sebastian hummed once again, returning his eyes back to the door waiting for Ominis. "Please Seb- won't you be mine?" Sebastian looks down into her half lidded eyes. Her plump lips parting ever so slightly. "I swear it's not the potion, it's the real me, this is how I truely feel." Sebastian gently grabbed her arms pulling them away.

"But it's not really you." He says dismissively. The girl stood there glumly.

"Yes it is Seb. I love you because you're kind, daring, adventurous, you have such a huge heart for your friends and family. You're the only person I want. My mind refuses to forget you no matter how much I beg it to." Sebastian looks into her eyes once again. Full of determination and longing.

"You're only doing this because of the potion." The girl shook her head quickly.

"No, it's because of the potion I am brave enough to admit my feelings." M/C leans in dangerously close, all will power quickly escaping himself.

"I care about you too much to do this to you, while you're in this state. Please just wait for-" Ominis enters the undercroft with the counter potion.

"Here drink this." Ominis pushes the potion into the delicate hands of the intoxicated. She looks at Sebastian for encouragement before drinking.

M/C blinks rapidly, as the amortentia washes away from her eyes. The two young man wait patiently for M/C to say something. Instead she presses against Sebastian one last time. "Seb - Will you marry me?" She asks, she can see the panic surging in Sebastians eyes.

"Ominis - It didn't work! What do we do?!" Ominis leaves, unamused by your antics.

"She's playing with you Sallows." Sebastian looks down at the girl before a long snort of laughter escapes her lips.

"I wouldn't be laughing to hard little ms. 'Please Seb- I must have you now. Take me in your big strong arms." Sebastian groaned in a high pitch.

"Oh please, I felt you lean into that kiss." She retorts back.

"Only because you put me into a choke hold." Sebastian quips back. The two continue bickering in the hall as they walk to the dining hall.

Ann observes the two from the staircase with Imelda and Poppy. "Those two are too proud to ever admit their feelings." Ann claims shaking her head.

[tin-tweezers]

And now, some meta about the witches of Umora

I’m mulling over how the witches’ mission statement is to serve as mediator between powerful entities with conflicting needs to prevent disaster.

Right now, the powerful entities in questions are exclusively identified as Spirits. But by definition, mediation is not one sided — in fact, the witches are called in to mediate because the mortals in Umora are a significant power unto themselves.

This skillset is not limited to working with Spirits with a capital “S”. In fact, the witches are well equipped to take up mediation between powerful entities beyond the world of spirits at all.

Consider:

On the scale of unfathomable power, destructiveness and exquisite grace, the Citadel might as well be a Great Spirit of Umora - perhaps a vassal of a greater entity in the Empire, perhaps its own independent creature.How about the others? We haven’t seen much of Ruhv or Gaothmai yet, but we know they’re powerful - powerful enough that the war has lasted decades.

Moreover: the entity of a state lives on even as individual members of it dies. They don’t live forever but they have the capacity to live for a long ass time- so too with spirits. And it goes without saying that the firepower controlled by just one of these factions outstrips the power a single mortal commands by unfathomable orders of magnitude.

So: the Citadel drops bombs and commits genocide because it values power above human life. Orima stands poised to destroy an entire city (an entire region) in revenge of her husband. I don’t think those motivations are equivalent, BUT both entities prioritize what THEY want over the wellbeing of the communities they act upon. Worth noting that there are spirits who act by nature in ways that are extremely evil by our value system, far less justified than Orima— let us not forget that Pomeroy is not the only one of his kind, and certainly not the most powerful.

So, independent of my personal beliefs about the empire (death first to tyrants and imperialists), the witches BY THEIR STATED ROLE must find balance between hostile parties and not to pick one side to fight for over the other. The most important lesson Grandmother Wren taught Ame is that witches must not force people to change just because you don’t like how they act.

Right now: we don’t know precisely what the other witches want. But if they join the war on the side of any faction? They’re hypocrites.

Witches are so quick to pass judgement on the arrogance of wizards. It bothers me.

More to follow, but that’s something I’m thinking about right now.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

The Destruction of Edom (2 Chronicles 20:1-4)

1 The vision of Obadiah. Thus saith the Lord GOD concerning Edom: We have heard tidings from the LORD, and an ambassador is sent among the nations, saying, Arise ye, and let us rise up against her in battle.

2 Behold, I have made thee small among the nations: thou art greatly despised.

3 The pride of thine heart hath deceived thee, O thou that dwellest in the clefts of the rock, whose habitation is high; that saith in his heart, Who shall bring me down to the ground?

4 Though thou mount on high as the eagle, and though thy nest be set among the stars, I will bring thee down from thence, saith the LORD.

5 If thieves came to thee, if robbers by night, (how art thou cut off!) would they not steal till they had enough? if grapegatherers came to thee, would they not leave some gleaning grapes?

6 How are the things of Esau searched out! how are his hidden treasures sought up!

7 All the men of thy confederacy have brought thee on thy way, even to the border: the men that were at peace with thee have deceived thee, and prevailed against thee; they that eat thy bread lay a snare under thee: there is none understanding in him.

8 Shall I not in that day, saith the LORD, destroy the wise men out of Edom, and understanding out of the mount of Esau?

9 And thy mighty men, O Teman, shall be dismayed, to the end that every one may be cut off from the mount of Esau by slaughter.

10 For the violence done to thy brother Jacob shame shall cover thee, and thou shalt be cut off for ever.

11 In the day that thou stoodest on the other side, in the day that strangers carried away his substance, and foreigners entered into his gates, and cast lots upon Jerusalem, even thou wast as one of them.

12 But look not thou on the day of thy brother in the day of his disaster, and rejoice not over the children of Judah in the day of their destruction; neither speak proudly in the day of distress.

13 Enter not into the gate of my people in the day of their calamity; yea, look not thou on their affliction in the day of their calamity, neither lay ye hands on their substance in the day of their calamity.

14 And stand thou not in the crossway, to cut off those of his that escape; and deliver not up those of his that remain in the day of distress.

The Deliverance of Israel

15 For the day of the LORD is near upon all the nations: as thou hast done, it shall be done unto thee; thy dealing shall return upon thine own head.

16 For as ye have drunk upon my holy mountain, so shall all the nations drink continually, yea, they shall drink, and swallow down, and shall be as though they had not been.

17 But in mount Zion there shall be those that escape, and it shall be holy; and the house of Jacob shall possess their possessions.

18 And the house of Jacob shall be a fire, and the house of Joseph a flame, and the house of Esau for stubble, and they shall burn among them, and devour them: and there shall not be any remaining to the house of Esau; for the LORD hath spoken it.

19 And they of the South shall possess the mount of Esau; and they of the lowland the Philistines and they shall possess the field of Ephraim, and the field of Samaria: and Benjamin shall possess Gilead.

20 And the captivity of this host of the children of Israel, which are among the Canaanites, shall possess even unto Zarephath; and the captivity of Jerusalem, which is in Sepharad, shall possess the cities of the South.

21 And saviours shall come up on mount Zion to judge the mount of Esau; and the kingdom shall be the LORD'S. — Obadiah 1 | English Revised Version (ERVB) The English Revised Version of the Holy Bible, which is in the public domain. Cross References: Genesis 27:41; Genesis 36:11; Numbers 1:23; Numbers 24:18; Deuteronomy 24:21; Job 5:12; Job 18:20; Job 20:6-7; Job 24:1; Psalm 41:9; Psalm 69:35; Psalm 75:8; Psalm 83:5-6; Psalm 137:7; Isaiah 5:24; Isaiah 13:16; Jeremiah 46:21; Matthew 22:9; Luke 4:26; Revelation 11:15; Revelation 18:7

[flansterthefilm]

Wokeness

One of the most mind altering cringe things I've seen my entire life is a grown men, maybe in his thirties, losing his shit over the option to select your pronouns in Starfield. He yelled at the screen, he turned the game off, you could see the fires of rage in his eyes burn with the fury of a thousand suns. And one of the most captivating things that I saw said in response to this was that what he was facing mentally had to be some sort of cognitive illness. Holy shit, you're right.

I think that now more than ever there's a strong pushback against the inclusion of any type of marginalized group in media unless they submit to extremely tight standards: Women are fine as long as they're beautiful, black people are okay as long as they aren't too present and don't overshadow the white main character, and the LGBT community are tolerable permitted they aren't at all present. When media doesn't submit to this they face review bombing, unsuccessful boycotts, and even real world threats.

Most commonly we see that these aforementioned qualities not being stuck to birth Twitter rants made by people who paid $8 for a blue checkmark to appear next to their name. They'll write as much as the character limit permits about how whatever studio is responsible for the downfall of the West because some movie had a gay kiss scene or a video game let you play as a deaf black girl.

What you'll see as a pattern in a lot of cases of apparent "wokeness" is that the issue isn't so much what a character says or does but rather a character's inclusion in the first place. In a game like Horizon Forbidden West the main character, Aloy's, sexuality was met with harsh waves of criticism. She wasn't straight and that was an issue. The game didn't make a statement about gay validity vs straight validity, Aloy was just bi or lesbian, end of story. And in Marvel's Spider-Man 2 we have Hailey, a deaf black character who has an OPTIONAL side mission where things were as down to Earth as possible in a game like Spider-Man. She didn't save the day in the end, she didn't use her powers of being black and deaf to overpower the Spider-Men, she just existed. Both of these instances were met with controversy from former FASD babies who accidentally tricked themselves into thinking their opinion was worth hearing.

This criticism, however, goes beyond just dipshits on Twitter. A lot of the time we see major news outlets like Fox News take any given instance of non white, non straight, non male inclusion and turn it into a news story. Most common when Mr. Carlson was on the air, stories about the Little Mermaid being black or the Green M&M no longer being boner fuel because Mars doesn't want people to make their own salty M&Ms before they get their recipe right flooded the air. Tucker doing this unleashed the concept of wokeness unto his millions of fans, and from there conflation began.

Tucker's framing of wokeness made it seem as if any inclusion that didn't fit his ideal standards was inherently bad and worth fighting against. And his ideal standards often made it seem like marginalized groups aren't welcome when compared to straight white men when it comes to their involvement in media. Both are true. And when you have a man like him, the former most watched news personality in America, not only make it seem like the devilish concept of wokeness was just the inclusion of minorities but also validate those who already thought that way, disaster will and did strike.

(I don't believe Tucker is solely to blame however it stands to reason that he certainly didn't help the spread.)

So now we have the mere act of including and in some cases simply acknowledging these minority groups being framed as woke, and woke=bad if you haven't sumised by now.

This rather easily paves the way for any and all representation of marginalized people to be labeled as woke, and when it's labeled as such a pushback from a larger group of people is easy. Those who begin the pushback are simply angry that someone who doesn't look like them are in media they want to enjoy, that's what they see as woke. By using the word "woke" they enlist the help of the uninformed, those who think that the issue is the presence being forced or pandering, that is their version of woke. What they don't know is what they're rallying behind isn't a simple expression of proper inclusion, it's the erasure of inclusion.

From there and with repeated pushbacks the uninformed begin to conflate any inclusion with wokeness. They get mad that a gay person was on Sesame Street or The Simpsons is pro BLM. They think they're at war with pandering. This is not true, they've been radicalized.

Large, public, and vocal outcry leads to executives listening. If they believe that having a black main character is going to drop profits whereas a white one wouldn't, guess which path they'll take. And this will continue with two outcomes for each instance: the minority is replaced with future media or the minority stays and further radicalization happens.

With those who fall into the bigoted category of warriors against the "woke mob" in congress and various positions of power, fighting against what boils down to minorities being present in anything, with them being radicalized just as the uninformed had been or being radical to begin with, I hate to see what's on the horizon for my friends and I.

[miqojak]

One set of questions for each color

* Is your OC usually magnanimous in victory - whether against a defeated foe, or against a friend in a game or competition? Or perhaps they enjoy exulting in their success at the expense of others? Perhaps with ribald mockery or spiteful vengeance?

* Does your OC have a guiding principle by which they live their life - such as duty, self-restraint or vengeance? Has this ever been tested by circumstance or challenged by another person?

* Does your OC believe that they will be mourned when they die? Or do they suspect they will be quickly forgotten - or even hope that this will be the case?

* How hopeful is your OC about the future? Do they see things as becoming better in general - either for them personally or the world at large? Or do they feel as if decline and disaster are inevitable and all that can be done is to delay the final end for as long as possible?

* Is your OC comfortable in the higher echelons of society, such as aristocratic functions or assemblies of the rich and powerful? Or do they prefer to avoid these events if possible?

* What does your OC consider to be the noblest or most admirable ambition for a person to hold? Perhaps spreading a particular religious faith? Or improving the lives of the poor? Or even perfecting their own martial skill?

* Do others find your OC easy to believe? Or is there something about them that makes others distrustful or cynical about their motives or trustworthiness?

(( So many!! Thank you! :D ))

* Is your OC usually magnanimous in victory - whether against a defeated foe, or against a friend in a game or competition? Or perhaps they enjoy exulting in their success at the expense of others? Perhaps with ribald mockery or spiteful vengeance?

Well...Jak doesn't really play games/do competitions of any kind? (She prefers a good verbal spar! And is not magnanimous at all in those! XD) And she only gets into fights when she has to - much like a real cat, it's all about posturing beforehand and avoiding a fight that could seriously injure you! When she does engage in violence, she's pretty quiet and focused - like a real predator! You're wasting your battle-focus and your breath, in her mind, if you're busy making quips and so on mid-fight. If she had friends, and played games, she'd no doubt be unbearable when she won, however! (And if she's fighting, it's probably to the death, because there's not a lot of point in fighting, in her mind, otherwise...so no time for post-fight gloating!)

* Does your OC have a guiding principle by which they live their life - such as duty, self-restraint or vengeance? Has this ever been tested by circumstance or challenged by another person?

It's hard to describe, but yes! She's from the J tribe, and I came up with some head canon about the Jackal as a totem animal/semi-diety, and the tribe's beliefs/way of life according to those things! Deals are important - the sanctity of a deal, really, is important...but survival is what the Jackal is all about - at any cost. That, and the concept of the Tribe, or 'pack'. The Tribe comes first, the self comes second, and everyone else comes last. I often use Aesop fables about the Fox and re-cast it as a Jackal, when I write about the kinds of life lessons she learned as a kit among her people - to be cunning, sharp of wit, and to always put yourself first when your life is on the line. They were taught to fear the 'Wolf' in their stories - which could be anyone trying to take advantage of them, in the real world, so to speak... it would probably just translate to 'predator' to us. She's been questioning the nature of the Jackals lessons, as an adult - now that Garlemald has fallen, she feels as though her family can rest in peace, now... there's no more need for vengeance, and there's no tribe/'pack'... would the Jackal's ideals mean that she should consider others like unto her to be 'pack', now? Does she have the duty to tend to them, because she has the power to do so(she doesn't really want to)? The Jackal also emphasizes that it's a dog-eat-dog world/that it's every man for himself - so where is that line, now, in a post-Garlemald world? Now that her own twin brother has turned his back on their tradition and ideals, now that everyone else is gone - how does the Jackal's legacy go on, when she is the last one? Is it on her to find others through whom it can live on, now that her tribe is gone? 'Legacy', and what that means, is on her mind a lot, lately.

(I do want to emphasize the importance of deal-making, however! They were mostly a mercantile, nomadic tribe - holding up a deal was of the utmost import to them. If the other party didn't uphold their end of the deal, then there would be hell to pay - "A Jackal always gets their due," after all... or so the locals knew, in the time before Garlemald wiped out the J tribe.)

* Does your OC believe that they will be mourned when they die? Or do they suspect they will be quickly forgotten - or even hope that this will be the case?

This spins off of the last one, and makes it pretty succint - no! She doesn't think she would be long mourned. The only person to miss her would probably be Ketsuchi - but that's one more person than she'd like to have to mourn her (he's lost enough already!), so she's backed off of her death-wish-chasing. But she rather thinks she's a bad person, and that no one will care at all when she's gone - this was cemented in her mind when her only living family, her own twin brother, walked out of her life and chose to chase boys rather than support her when she needed it most. If he can't care for her... then who can? Who will? Who should? Maybe she'll at least become infamous, so her name is remembered with fear and reverence.

* How hopeful is your OC about the future? Do they see things as becoming better in general - either for them personally or the world at large? Or do they feel as if decline and disaster are inevitable and all that can be done is to delay the final end for as long as possible?

She's the sort of nihilist that people tend not to like - but given what's happened to her in her short life, she has her reasons for seeing no point in all of it. She certainly isn't an optimist, but...believes in chaos, really. Good things happen, and bad things happen - there is no rhyme or reason to where it happens, nor to whom it happens... it just is. So who knows what lies ahead! She figured Garlemald would eventually come a-conquering at Ul'dah's gates and nowhere was safe - and then the next thing you know, the whole country is devouring itself from the inside-out! So anything is possible, really. She was supposed to be dead years ago, after all, and here she is - so who's to say where this unexpected life will go, and how it will be?

* Is your OC comfortable in the higher echelons of society, such as aristocratic functions or assemblies of the rich and powerful? Or do they prefer to avoid these events if possible?

She's basically just Cat Woman, when it comes to this sort of thing - she loves attending, and looking hot as hell... and robbing the place blind. There's a certain sense of being a jackal among the sheep - no one suspects you of ill intent when you dress/look/act a certain way, after all! Plus there's the illicit, exciting knowledge of knowing she's the predator amongst these, the people who would have spit on her when she was in the gutters of Ul'dah... and no one knows but her. There's a vicious delight in this sort of outing - plus, following the rich folks home afterwards lets her know where to rob, next time they're out!

* What does your OC consider to be the noblest or most admirable ambition for a person to hold? Perhaps spreading a particular religious faith? Or improving the lives of the poor? Or even perfecting their own martial skill?

I don't think she knows, or cares what people would consider a 'noble' profession. Her way of life valued family first, then self - so she just doesn't see these sorts of positions as necessarily 'noble' most of the time. She firmly believes that altruism isn't real, and that no matter how 'noble' something seems, the other person is always getting something they want out of it, even if it's just a sense of satisfaction...

"People have sex for satisfaction, too, and no one says that's a noble duty." - Jak, probably.

* Do others find your OC easy to believe? Or is there something about them that makes others distrustful or cynical about their motives or trustworthiness?

I don't really know! That's up to other people, and I haven't RPd Jak in...over a year? Something like that. Last I played her, it was a mixed bag - she's 100% honest, however, and makes a point of establishing that she doesn't like lies, or liars... though she can be manipulative when she chooses to be! So how people see her is up to them! She speaks with a quiet authority, and carries herself as if she were the Supreme Authority™ on whatever it is she's speaking about, though her opinions and insights are often visceral and incisive...and insightful. She's often right about what she sees in a person, and that tends to make her uncomfortable to be around, because...well, she's a cat! Cats note the vulnerabilities of their prey. She just happens to point them out to you so you'll squirm! (She will, however, often try to 'help' people to try and overcome whatever it is, if it's something she can help with, strangely enough. She believes in constant self-betterment!) But she's a deeply cynical, and deeply flawed little person, so she's not always right! She often has a massively skewed view of the world, and thus others like her may find her easier to trust/be around, in general.

[fantasykim]

fake religions

I am a freak, and I know that, but I like to spend my free time creating worlds, cities and religions from scratch. here is a religion I put way too much work into for literally no reason.

Physisism-

the belief in which there is one true Goddess, Mother Earth. She is known by many other names, including but not limited to:

Heavenly Mother

Mother Gaia

Mother Nature

Mother Earth

The seven laws of Physis are and as follows-

All things must return to the mother

If the mother gives then man must give back

Anyone touched by the mothers hand of Disaster or Disease is paying their pence for the crime of a past life

Respect thy Mother, Wife, Sisters, and Daughters (Respect all women)

Strive to better and strengthen thy body, mind and spirit

Correct sin when seen and safe

One can never be reborn again if an unforgivable sin has been committed

The three unforgivable sins are and as follows

Laying thy hands upon a woman or child in a violent or unwanted sexual manner

Disrespecting mother nature

Taking without giving back

Killing an animal for food or clothing and not using every last bit of the animal

Taking the life of an innocent person

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I also created holidays, places of worship, a style of worship and prayer, I wrote their scriptures and everything- here is some of the Physis sacred word------

Passage one-

In the beginning, there was nothing. When all came together in a cosmic explosion creating the universe, and thus The Mother was created along with it. By thy Mother's hand, the earth was pulled together. The Mother perfectly sculpted matter into mountains and oceans. Her godly touch brought life to the surface. By the brush of her hand up sprung trees, and fruit they did bear. 

And by thy Mother's grace, she built life, animals to walk her land, each sculpted to perfection without flaw. 

Passage two-

The mother watched her land and sought to add to it’s beauty. She took up her brush and painted leaves of red and gold. She started a circle as her living things passed with beauty. She called it Autumn. 

Then she brought up her knife and cut flakes of iced silver, each perfectly crafted and not two alike. She draped blankets of white over herself and called it winter.

And when the mother smiled upon the world it brought up the sun, and it melted away the snow. And thus she reached out and pulled flowers up from the soil and thus she called it spring.

And when the mother wished it, all things flourished and grew, returning them as they once were and she called it Summer, and thus the circle was complete.

Passage three-

In her days of watching the mother grew lonely, and so she brought up

from the earth a woman, liken to herself, and called her Eve. As Eve was given many sisters they lived in peace with the mother.

And she sculpted each of them by hand, and painted each with brushes made from her own hair. She perfected each and every one before she had them live.

And thus women roamed the earth among the lions and sheep, and among the bushes and trees. And nevertheless, there was peace.

Passage four-

And therefore the mother created another, and it was known as man. And

thus the mother created a counterpart for each of her daughters to love and adore. 

And man was created to love women back. So thus they did. And the mother gave unto them the power to create, and bring forth the new souls to which the mother had crafted.

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I created ranks within the established religion of Physis, leadership roles, laws, commandments and all kinds of other stuff... in the end the story I was writing with this got scrapped and I did all that work for nothing, I might re use it in another book someday, but until then I'll put it up here for you guys to appreciate!

[love-bokumono-fics]

Fresh Crops! October 30 - November 5, 2023

This week's newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷 | 𝐻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒮𝒽𝑒 - by HarvestMoonTales; WIP, 1/4, <1k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/M, Multi Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Claire the Farmer/Gray, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran/Cliff, Kai/Popuri; Characters: Kai, Claire, Popuri, Gray, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Cliff, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Rick, Karen, Harvest Goddess, The Kappa Additional Tags: Fanfiction, YouTube, Slice of Life, Drama, Eventual Romance, Angst, Fluff, Near Death Experiences, Minor Character Death, Time Travel, Mystery, Fantasy, Embedded Video Summary: Awkward misunderstandings stir feelings of unrest between Claire and Gray. Ann has a huge crush on Cliff but he's running out of money to stay in town. And Kai made a huge mistake with Popuri, and circumstances prevent him from righting his wrongs. Soon disaster strikes Mineral Town, but there might be a way to fix it, perhaps in the least likely way thought possible...

Our Story of Seasons: Pete x Claire - by Ry2_Sinheart; WIP, 24/30, 25k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: F/M, Gen Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Relationships: Claire the Farmer & Pete | Jack, Claire the Farmer/Pete | Jack; Characters: Pete | Jack, Claire, Thomas, Zack, Dog, Harvest Goddess, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Karen Additional Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Romance, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Slice of Life, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Developing Relationship, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, Childhood Memories, Video Game Mechanics, Game Logic, Male-Female Friendship, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Relationships, Slow Romance, Digital Art Summary: A story that revolves around the protagonists of Mineral Town. After a series of unfortunate events, Pete and Claire agree they'll have to raise the farm together, whether they like it or not. Through their farming-ventures, they realize that maybe farming together… isn't so bad.

The Egg Thief - by dicelady20; WIP, 16/19, 64k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence; Category: F/M Fandoms: Dragon Ball GT/Z, Friends of Mineral Town Characters: Trunks Briefs, Claire the Farmer Additional Tags: Harvest Moon, Dragon Ball Z, Dragon Ball GT, Romance, Slow Burn, Martial Arts, Cussing, Crossover, Healing, city vibes, dark scenes, POV Multiple, POV Third Person Limited, Mild Gore, Supernatural Elements, First Meetings, story of seasons, Alternative Perspective, Don't copy to another website, Don't Have to Know Canon Summary: Claire decides to give the city life another chance, but as she does, she is haunted by her nightmares & her past. Mr. CEO of Capsule Corp., Trunks, is haunted by something else in his life; juggling between his CEO work & saving Earth from vindictive dragons. As their two worlds collide, what could possibly go wrong?

Degausser - by JillOfAllTrades__x; WIP, 12/?, 67k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Categories: F/M, Multi Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Characters: Pete | Jack, Claire the Farmer, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Gray, Cliff, Jennifer, Popuri, Karen, Kai, Mineral Town Residents Additional Tags: Redemption, Fresh Start, Loneliness, Angst, Self-Acceptance, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Drug Use, Self-Harm, Multiple Pairings, Slice of Life, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort Summary: Those that live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones – but that’s all Jack and Claire ever knew up until a series of half-lit cruel intentions landed them on the ferry to the desolate island of Mineral Town. After all, it was certainly easier to cast judgment unto others than it was to face the skeletons in your own closet. And surely no one would have an ill word to say about a brooding playboy and an immature party girl taking over the once-great farm that founded and funded their small town, right?

Under the Name - by ModernTsunami; WIP , 13/63. 124k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: Major Character Death; Categories: F/M, Gen Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Relationships: Elli/Doctor Trent | Torre, Elli | Elly & Stu | Yu, Elli | Elly & Old Ellen, Elli | Elly/Rick; Characters: Doctor | Trent, Elli | Elly, Old Ellen, Stu | Yu, Rick, Mary the Librarian | Marie Additional Tags: Character Development, Slice of Life, Slow Burn, Co-workers, Roommates, Grief/Mourning, Smoking, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Strangers to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Medical, Implied Sexual Content, Illness, Injury Summary: When Trent accepted the offer to run a rural health clinic, he didn't realize he was taking on the part of small-town doctor and neighbor. The dual relationships he develops with the residents of Mineral Town begin to shape his ideas of who he is and who he wants to be. But growing closer to others always runs the risk of clouding one's judgment. While small-town life is nothing new to Elli, being caretaker to her younger brother and homebound grandmother is. There’s nothing she wants more than the confidence that what she’s doing for them is right, but as she strives to fulfill her growing obligations to her family, she finds it harder to hold on to what she wants for herself. Together they work in the clinic and learn the difference between what you do and who you are.

I'll Be My Own Hero - by PrinceErose; WIP, 5/?, 25k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Other Fandom: Tree of Tranquility Relationships: Gill/Owen, Luke/Owen | Ose, Kathy/Owen, Luke/Gill, Gill/Selena; Characters: Gill, Owen, Barbara, Hamilton, Elli | Elly, Jin, Irene, Mira, Ramsay, Luke the Carpenter, Renee, Kathy, Toby, Bo, Yolanda, Craig, Selena, Anissa, Simon, Daren the Harvest Sprite Additional Tags: Idiots, Gill is a bisexual mess, i'll update the characters and tags as the story progresses, My First Work in This Fandom, Work In Progress, Drinking, Bar Buddies, can you tell how much i don't like hamilton, finally i can reveal my ship, I Will Go Down With This Ship, Gill x Selena has been living in my head rent free for like 12 years, AU Summary: No one was going to fall from the sky and come save their island. Gill felt like he was the only one who thought that way, and he was determined to change things. alternatively: Gill has to use the power of friendship to band everyone together and work to restore the island to its former glory. alternatively alternatively: What if the player character never arrived on Waffle Island? How would things have gone had they not stepped in when they did to restore the rainbows and save the Harvest Goddess and Mother Tree? The challenges and hardships that a single rancher had to conquer is now an entire town's responsibility.

Blue Bird - by viridian_house; Complete, 4/4, 21k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: F/M, M/M Fandoms: A Wonderful Life, DS Cute Relationship: Pony | Aya | Jill/Takakura; Characters: Takakura, Pony | Aya | Jill Additional Tags: Angst, Pining, Bisexual Male Character, Age Difference, Angst with a Happy Ending, Bisexual Female Character, Smoking, Implied/Referenced Homophobia Summary: Takakura never had much luck in matters of the heart (until Aya came along, that is).

What We Know, What We Show - by copernicusjones; Complete, 1/1, 2.3k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Gen Fandoms: A Wonderful Life Relationships: Romana & Lumina, Romana & Rock, Romana & Sebastian, Rock & Lumina; Characters: Romana, Rock, Lumina, Sebastian Additional Tags: Reminiscing, Lunch, Family Feels, Fluff and Humor, Advice, Rock/Lumina and Romana/Sebastian can be platonic or shippy, you the reader may decide! Summary: Romana spends a Summer afternoon having a lovely meal outdoors with those she cares for most, and Rock.

The Heart of a Westown Cowboy - by Mya_Stone; WIP, 31/?, 43k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandom: Trio of Towns Relationships: Female Farmer/Wayne, Farmer & Wayne, Wayne & Ford; Characters: Frank, Ford, Carrie, Brad, Megan, Hector, Colin, Daryl | Darius, Marlena, Lynn, Wayne, Miranda Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, Romantic Friendship, Guy Falls First, famiy drama, I Wrote This For Me But I'll Share It With You Summary: Wayne is Westown's perpetually single lady's man. He'd like to settle down but he just hasn't found The One and he's fairly certain he's met everyone in town. Then Melody moves in, taking a plot of her uncle's ranch to fulfill her dream of being a rancher. A college-educated business woman, Melody doesn't accept failure - especially not her own. As Wayne falls hard for her, she struggles to return his affections until she has what she came for - and when she continually comes up short at the cow competitions, she begins to wonder if Westown is really the place for her.

It's Good in the Dark - by copernicusjones; Complete, 1/1, 11k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Relationship: Carter/Doctor | Trent; Characters: Doctor | Trent, Carter the Pastor, Claire Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Porn with Feelings, Trust Kink, Relationship Study, Sensory Deprivation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Kink Negotiation, Choking Kink is mentioned but nothing comes from it?, Service Top, Post-Coital Cuddling, Dirty Talk (but in a Goddess-honoring way :)), Blackouts, Background Claire/Kappa Summary: After a late Winter blizzard knocks Mineral Town into a blackout, Trent takes it upon himself to check in on the residents and verify they're safe and unharmed, as well as properly prepared for any future incidents. His final stop is the church, where his partner, Carter, resides. He stays much longer than intended.

Someone Else's Shame - by blushroomx; Complete, 1/1, 1.7k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/F Fandom: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Nami/Samantha; Characters: Nami, Samantha, Kate, Gustafa Additional Tags: Rare Pairings Summary: Nami and Samantha's secret romance runs its course.

And one Not Safe For Tumblr fic written by Thefallen1986.

[raviosprovidence]

aaaaa please tell me about your projects

Sure thing!

As of right now I have 4 *Big Main Projects*. Some of them are connected, have spin offs, whatever. A lot have also changed, especially the older ones, from what they once were. I'll give the basic rundown of each.

Welcome to Wintercrest: In the sleepy town of Wintercrest, all sorts of mythical creatures live together in a sort of harmony. However, monsters, animal-like beasts from other dimensions have gotten lose and invaded the peace. Monster hunters, people with extreme skill and a knowledge of monsters, either kill or otherwise apprehend these beasts.

Aubrey, an 18 year old fire elemental, is the newest recruit for the monster hunters. She finds herself as an outsider, with nothing but her own wit and sometimes uncontrollable powers keeping her safe. But when monster hunters start turning up dead, fingers start getting pointed at everyone. Will she be able to solve the mystery with her new friends? Or will she just end up another dead hunter?

Heirs of Disaster: The dragon realm is in turmoil. With no Dragon Knight in the past 100 years, there hasn't been anyone to keep the peace. In the orila kingdom, Princess Amavirla is plotting out her plan for realm wide domination, and she'll achieve it by having the dragon knight themselves on her side.

Enter: Bri. A half dragon half lightning elemental high school student who has just moved to the town of Mirstone, which is only populated by dragons. All she wants to do is finish off the year and go off to college. But adventure seems to find her wherever she goes, and she can't shake the feeling that the voices she hears her head aren't just a random occurrence. Will she heed the call to adventure? or will she keep her head down and try to be a "normal teenager?"

Realms: Someone's gotta keep the realms safe from threats, and that's where these guys come in! The realm hopper society lives in their own little pocket dimension where they can travel to almost any realm possible. They keep multi-realm threats safe, and sometimes do other stuff to help out if things are too dangerous for citizens

During a routine adventure stopping a mad scientist, Willow, a cat shifter from Earth, gets her memory completely erased in a freak accident. All she remembers is her name, her species, and where she's from. Her closest co workers have of course taken her under their wing, helping her regain her memories and integrate back into her job. but as time goes on, and more memories return, things they are telling her aren't adding up. Will she seek out the truth? Or will she comfortably settle back into the routine she's learned?

Divine Rangers: this is my newest one so it's still very much in development, but I am very happy with it.

Thousands of years ago un the world of Agia, the gods roamed the earth. However, their petty squabbles and constant in fighting caused untold destruction unto the land. Thus, in order to let humanity thrive, they sealed themselves off in the godly realms. However, monsters from the godly realms seek to destroy humanity, as they are not powerful enough to destroy the gods. In retaliation, the gods grant one human each a portion of their power to become Divine rangers. They fight to protect humanity, and understand that with great power comes great responsibility.

Aster is a completely normal adult. She lives her life quietly in her small town of Saker Keep at her parent's mechanic shop, along with her group of friends. However, she has reached a rough patch with her relationships, finding it hard to maintain them and at the precipice of losing everyone she cares about. But one night, a goddess comes to her in a dream. The goddess claims to be Zoranaea, an unknown goddess who has been trapped in Chronun (a darker godly realm) for hundreds of years. She has finally learned how to access humanity, and wants to help the mortal world in any way she can. Aster accepts her offer, and becomes the flora ranger. Will she fully rise to the challenge and learn how to take control of her life? Or will Aster falter yet again and ruin what little she has left?

Feel free to ask about more! I don't have a ton of concept art but i should be getting some soon from a good friend.

[syngrafaes09]

Strange Nights | Vampire! Dr Strange x Y/n

Logline: After Y/N gets imprinted by a vampire Dr Strange, living under a fictive identity, they must unravel the cause behind her constant misadventures before their hopes are crushed forever.

Masterlist

Chapter 21 : Atlantis

"Have you got anything?" Y/N asked Tony, impatiently shifting on the heap of rubbles.

"Quite distant from what we have come across before," he replied, still fixed on analysing the energy given of the shimmering wall of light, "But this will do." The portal looked quite stable than before.

Across the cave the rubble shifted and Wanda, Stephen and Thor burst in from their hunting trip.

"Okay," he said, putting off one of the screens, "it's bending both time and space continuum. The rules are pretty same - don't do anything impactful, keep interaction with the aliens to minimum and come back as soon as possible. Won't be able to hold it open for much long."

"So there really is a space-time continuum?" Y/N frowned.

"Of course," Tony affirmed.

"Oh. I thought the science fiction writers made that up."

"So do they."

"Only two of us will go," Stephen added earning a look of dismay from Tony.

"What if they don't speak English or any other language we know?"

Stephen smiled slightly, but went on in the matter-of-fact tone, "There are spells for that. We'll hear them in English and they'll hear us respond to the in their own language. Language won't be a barrier. And our clothing will be whatever suitable."

Y/N looked down at her blue halter robe and black boots. "What if they are nudists?"

"Y/N," he cooed, "we're going to find the well and get our work done. We don't have to blend with the people. If it helps, we won't change out of our mage outfits."

She let out a shaky breath and looked forward at the impending disaster.

It was like stepping into total darkness with no idea if you would find solid ground beneath your feet or only miles of air. Y/N could feel Stephen's hand gripping hers, but nothing else. It was similar to apparting but lasted long. Then abruptly they slammed hard on the ground.

Neither of them could move for several moments, both concentrating on catching their breath, adjusting to an atmosphere that felt thickened, humid, and chilly and held a faint smell like sulphur.

"Witches," Stephen murmured, finding his balance in the darkness. Standing on the rocky slope, below, he observed, an enormous valley. Mountains, like the one they stood upon, encircled the valley completely, their high peaks jagged and inhospitable in the gray light just after dawn. The trees, thanks to his vampire eyesight, he could see nearby were peculiar, usually tall and spindly with sparse growth; in the valley below, the distant trees appeared to be squat and gnarled, with scant but very large leaves that seemed to glow dully. It was quite similar to the place in Y/N's dream.

But the thick air he sensed was pulsating with a peculiar energy. It made him feel drained.

She felt unnerving numbness like someone had sucked all the power out of her. Until now she hadn't realised how accustomed she had grown to the chaos. 

"You alright?" Y/N breathed heavily. The words were barely out of her mouth when the ground beneath them shuddered. She would have trembled back to the ground if Stephen hadn't caught her arms. She held unto him, for what felt like minutes, as the tress and boulders crashed and the grounded withered in pain. Once it ended, absolute silence stretched for a while before the creatures of the night rose to life.

He pulled Y/N behind him at once he heard fleeting footsteps and ruthless male voices, furious with urgency approaching them at an alarming pace. It felt quite an effort to conjure up the shields. There was a flash of dim light and Y/N winced in pain.

"I can't use...," she trailed off. The stabbing ache was unbearable and she leaned against the gnarled tree, cradling her hand close to her chest.

A desperately fleeing girl, dressed in a torn white robe, burst out of the tree line. She came to an abrupt halt at the sight of him. 

"There! Quick!!!"

Two men followed her out. Although he could sense her pain, sensing the girl's fear and the ravenous hunger of her pursuers, he asked Y/N to get to the girl.

The girl evaded her over her reassuring promises.

"We won't hurt you," Y/N panted, trying to find a way through the thick thorny bushes. Over the sounds of her laboured breathing she could hear the girl was closer now.

"Don't do this," she cried stumbling away from Y/N. 

"They won't hurt u, neither would we," she once again assured her. 

Her eyes fell on the numerous blisters, remarkably similar to the one she got, covering the length of her arms. "You can't use your powers," she softly acknowledged. The girl shook her head. A glint of amusement sparked in her tear streaked features. She seemed a few years younger than her. Fifteen or sixteen, she guessed.

"You... are a witch and," she was painting like a dying mammoth, "he's a wizard." Y/N nodded, slowly reaching for her. "You aren't running away from him?"

"No, why would I?" she asked crouching beside her. 

"You are not from here?" It was more of a conclusion than a question.

"No, we are," she had no idea where they were, "very far from here." She couldn't complain of the sceptical looks she received. "Now, who would you be?"

"Hebe," she choked out. 

"It's a beautiful name," Y/N said, reaching out and stroking her wet cheek. She whimpered before passing out.

"Y/N-," he tried to reason but she snatched back her now-healed hand from his.

"We can't let her die," she argued, pointing at the primitive-looking-tent where the girl slept peacefully.

"She isn't dying. Anything we do to change their lives will create an incursion. It would destroy their whole reality. Everybody will die. I can't heal her." He watched her pursing her lips and staring at the fire. "Y/N," he softly pulled her back into his arms, "we are in Atlantis, everything and everyone is going to meet their end in a few days."

End of another flock of lives. Why did she always find herself in such situations? Positive and happy, she reminded herself of Wanda's mantra to avoiding unpleasant shifts of probability. She tried directing her attention to the various objects inside the tent. Though the interior of the tent was anything but primitive, they had kept their luxuries to minimum. It didn't help much so she shuffled back to Stephen's steady breathing. Lying next to him in the cot, his stillness made her realize how much she moved, constantly blinked, breathed, and rearranged herself.

In profile he looked like a medieval king lying peacefully in his cathedral tomb - long legs, long torso, long arms, and a remarkably strong face. Hesitantly, afraid he might snap away, she traced the line of his forehead with a finger, from where it started at brushing away a stray lock of hair from his forehead, it slightly moved over his prominent brow bone with its thick, black brows. Her finger trailed down the side of his face before feeling his high, noble cheekbones. She realised she would never be this close to him again; if he were awake he wouldn't let her unless it was a Christmas tradition.

He tried to suppress the groan as he sensed the declining pressure of her soft, warm fingertip. He didn't know why he was trying to hide his reaction from her. But isn't that what people usually do? He felt his senses overwhelmed with joy as her pulsating warmth touched over the bridge of his nose, finally resting over the tip. Against the better of his judgement that wanted him to be still, his lips wanted nothing but to kiss that warm, delicately angelic hand that managed to shook him up to his core with just one fingertip. 

She deserved to know how much he craved her. 

She grasped quietly.

Stephen glanced up at the swift loss of warmth. He beheld her glassy eyes and trembling lips.

Until now, she had never realised how complicated emotions could be. "What is it you want Stephen?"

"I want you. It's as simple as complicated as that."

For her it was simple. Nothing complicated as such. At least it was much less complicated than everything happening around them. Less complicated than watching a flicker of shadow around their camp.

"What is it?" Stephen asked as she walked out to the clearing. Her eyes examined the surrounding forest but couldn't find anyone.

"I think, I...," before she could finish Stephen ghosted into the forest line and had the man pinned against a tree.

"Y/N," the hooded figure grunted. 

The voice was familiar. "Leave him," she screamed and rushed towards the men. 

Stephen was confused as she pushed him away and wrapped her arms around the man.

"I missed you so much," she mumbled into his chest.

The man seemed to be as confused as Stephen when he lifted his hood. 

"Mathew?" 

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 555

John 1:4

DIVINE ORDER 120: WORKING ORDER 15

Joh 15:26 And when the Comforter has come, whom I will send to you from the Father, THE SPIRIT OF TRUTH WHO PROCEEDS FROM THE FATHER, He shall testify of Me. MKJV

THE HOLY GHOST IS WORKING 4 - HIS PRECISION 2

Relating with the last lesson, we were considering how precise the Holy Ghost can be if He’s characterized by wind and water. Is the Spirit under control when “released”?

Act 2:2-3 SUDDENLY THEY HEARD THE SOUND OF A VIOLENT BLAST OF WIND RUSHING INTO THE HOUSE FROM OUT OF THE HEAVENLY REALM. THE ROAR OF THE WIND WAS SO OVERPOWERING IT WAS ALL ANYONE COULD BEAR! Then all at once a pillar of fire appeared before their eyes. It separated into tongues of fire that engulfed each one of them. TPT

Notice the order of “debut” entrance of the Spirit: It was sudden, violent, Loud, rushing, terrifying and overbearing. But as sudden as it appeared, it became very orderly, gentle and direct, split into simple fire-tongues and resting on [only] the 120 individuals present in the room.

It went nowhere else and was not even heard by anyone aside from those in that room.

Act 2:6-7 When this sound occurred, a crowd gathered and was in confusion, because EACH ONE HEARD THEM SPEAKING IN HIS OWN LANGUAGE. Completely baffled, they said, “Aren’t all these who are speaking Galileans? NET

The Holy Spirit ensured that each of the 120 that gathered, spoke the specific languages of those present at the Temple area then, just because of the purpose of the [New] Gospel.

We remember again the Spirit’s entrance unto Elijah on Mount Horeb, right?

1Ki 19:12 After the earthquake there was a fire—but the LORD was not in the fire. AND AFTER THE FIRE THERE WAS THE SOFT WHISPER OF A VOICE. GNB

After all the drama of fire, Earthquake and rock-splitting wind, the Holy Spirit came down to a small calm voice, clear enough for Elijah to hear and understand.

No Christian should ever live in confusion, with the sense that he has no correspondence from God; Honestly!

Isa 30:2 If you wander from the right path, either to the right or to the left, YOU WILL HEAR A VOICE BEHIND YOU SAYING, "YOU SHOULD GO THIS WAY. HERE IS THE RIGHT WAY." ERV

No one should ever miss his own words or instructions from the Spirit. It will come to you and locate you with clear, unmistakable and definite outlines. You will know what you hear.

Zec 4:6 THIS IS THE WORD OF THE LORD TO ZERUBBABEL, saying, Not by force or by power, BUT BY MY SPIRIT, says the Lord of armies. BBE

Even in Judgment, if God gave specific instructions, the Holy Spirit could cover a whole city with the Tornado, yet spare a single house right at the centre of the city.

There was a story of a pagan woman who saw the Tsunami, ran into a small church and cried to God for mercy, even while the storm advanced towards her.

Well it passed and did her no harm.

Exo 9:25-26 And the hail struck throughout all the land of Egypt all that was in the field, both man and beast. And the hail struck every herb of the field, and broke every tree of the field. ONLY IN THE LAND OF GOSHEN, WHERE THE SONS OF ISRAEL WERE, WAS THERE NO HAIL. MKJV

This is the kind of assurance that Children of God should have where there is war, dearth or epidemics. The Holy Spirit will single out God’s favorite children and spare them.

Exo 12:12-13 That same night I will pass through Egypt and kill the first-born son in every family and the first-born male of all animals. I am the LORD, and I will punish the gods of Egypt. The blood on the houses will show me where you live, and when I see the blood, I will pass over you. Then you won't be bothered by the terrible disasters I will bring on Egypt. CEV

Notice however, that when it was plagues, there was no need for a “marking”, but now in the Judgment of Death, Blood marking is required to secure and set us apart from the violence of the Spirit.

The Precision in the dealings of the Spirit requires that you are a man on Assignment, Anointed, Favoured, Righteously Devoted and in his Time of Fulfillment.

Eze 14:19-20 "Suppose I send a plague into that country or pour out my fury on it by killing people and destroying animals. As I live, declares the Almighty LORD, NOT EVEN NOAH, DANIEL, AND JOB COULD, BY THEIR RIGHTEOUSNESS, RESCUE THEIR SONS OR DAUGHTERS. THEY COULD RESCUE ONLY THEMSELVES. GW

Be a man directed, guided and inspired by the Holy Ghost, and you’d be kept on the path of Righteousness, where there is no harm but definite favour for you, IN JESUS NAME.

See you on Friday, as we proceed with this interesting Subtopic.

Brother Prince

Wednesday, August 28, 2024

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But how far we should be dated

A ballad sequence

               I

Then down to Annihilation.     One large and convicted of Love, that I thus violate     the shirt sours my scent with their malice still than treasure, as     has been pluck’d the chimney—

which we stay, men to torment feed.     Plucked and faith ingratitude’s just that great dream; but three     such a curst disasters may take me for giggling? Yet euen     whylst her sweet is the cruell

boy not so! Of rocks bewitch’d in     that same thing to that Endymion hears me now. Fill high tree     tops; and I burn. The smitten rights o’er us all: wrecked     devotion, to be true to

the Poet blest, should we some rebel     pachas, and ride, so, one day, a summer’s books often     wear who have a tongue; use power to have, great crime: let the     time Sonny Rollins

disappeare, our loves, cinnamon, and     there, a foe to retort; I have squander’d through sweet odour     did the ground: tis there are chaste, haste away! Made, with light like     a monument, step after

other white, had hardly heeded,     at great Whole, who for matrimonial bounties he     took his first appears a stiff yet grand ingredient is     the unhappy Queen, her

pearls. Would haue end, hint that makes me     sick, old ere you discovers he is in New York and he     that which always I long tunes the bright ray, guitar, nursing     thence came ye, jolly Satyrs!

That all I love together—     I realized he watchmen say, a cloud: i’m fond of having     each to heaven. To bride, let him that all things in long     has sank, or pandering,

burning up an army down. And     many thing I wrote shoulder, which your lectures he endure     to weep, she says, and I can it be chance is always is     surely wanton Nimph for

ever. The teeth received with a     heel, to learn from him escapt away: but these many daintiest     Dream! My arm, which—as we say—or, as we flit by each     other, nor men in

eternal Love; zuhrah, he said: unto     the South, cap and burning his own mind, the little creatures,     you never flatter; and eke mine? No, no, that do I     owe you? At all alarming,

chaster read it o’er the     innocence which drew all things with feet of beauty, flatter, although     my footsteps, but not a few short the tribunes’ crew;     and holy vesper bell’s

Hippocrene, which, by their eyes bene     rent and matron who had settle and mighty king, his     treasure: for none is both are one not satisfaction as     good time, the passionate

cry, the Sun himself up on one     knee: then—all good we’ll talk of. Or Ca ira, ’ according     to knit the ken, or at the old womb of Tutankhamun.     Bright Marigold at

the due restriction would fly, but     certainly no virtuous action were all the sorrowes     fed, the woes of how the impure, with the pillow. Bless,     and by the things, which maxim

when he thoughts like most bitter     strife as if from Cadiz. Just a little tired but that     tender, as we pass, and turn out both account the worth ’t     was shook,—she praysd of me.

A gift, and makes thou steal thy sweet     that he feels impossible for to the foolish fears, and     he himself. I shall burn the love-light intrude, although truth,     and devour’d bride, chewing

how a young below it, he being     them dear deliverers, and in display her features     skill his little moderate in love well of law to one     step the wheel the people

bred by winds do sing, hey ding a     new one, the insolent sigh. Whose love, to the eyes, whence he     bends his double malady, and in pain, come hand of gold;     or with jealous cloud as

the nimble th’ vtmost of the     names at last this worthiness raised love the hardier,     heavenly harmony through the good gold; there below, the sphere,     by all the garden plaste.

               II

Is it for thine owne decay, and     pray for Pardon.-Tops, seas where the same; except that teares     doe blynd boy Venus from

the breath; but, for to be summon’d     on to bid first vow’d into their looke louely sight, that t     was of grotesques

illumination is something,&thinke     that she shoulders with that night, I call my story scarcely     has been said, he lives. For

which my selue shall in time he would     hush, t is something in his Malmsey butt. Loathsome evil     is it? Cap and burn. Give

me pardon whence he could not     overcome temptation round and breath hard and tweezers, toothpicks,     teapot, tray, the piteous

sport the straggling green covert: there’s     my maidens, nor dread of greater. To thee did give; that     should fail! Up for authority

be near some dear to thy     grief, young Cupids dart. Pardon to myself concern of that     when man’s maturer grow

silent woody placed in my soul     knows her pretensions to the world’s stoics—men with downcast     eyes can say is—that heauenly

fyre, which he obey’d; however     this erroneous passion. Sweet thy Mother knowing     the lady rising to

the hart of more, at sea, a little     birde feeles no captiuity with us there appear’d     sublime than did on him!

               III

To much to ease my smart: that bondage     earst had two bishops at my very bark into love     and their jewels in the softness

o’er the storm it pass. The mountain     prey because the cloud girth of Jove, nor care, ’ said Juan. Angels     weeping therefore paused

to prove her: one word was King. There     never have. And perish’d belle, with no Spring, flush Summer,     golden gleam; the cypress

groves; Olympus high celestial     kiss: think ye he mental as Mozart’s softest of baser     subject—let me disgrace,

by harbouring for the youngest     he could be; dissolved the bed; and ever thou regard, giue     my toung tipt with it; after

them all bows down with the thought     by elements mar? The which they would disconsolation,     express one hand from my

necke doth seeme to praise; for want of     sleep? And I unremark’d seated her degrade the sally,     should faire mindes resort.

               IV

Of ladies did vnto the maker     ye them at the lions in thy power, and show’d the cypress     grove, whatever put on more clear parley from the     merchandise was quite a paragon, could euer to endure. How     she there wealth amazeful

solitary soul can reach,     against my door, which makes us wish ourselves for me on     Sunium’s marble floor where the Donna Julia, there all had     cuffs and well in my heart, and the tables, which keeps, when the     grand mischief; they who can

tell her wounded so, the time to     chat on generate, and turn’d once a kiddy upon his     hall, and though watchful as if loath a lover might thy smoky     fires: once were friends have fallen, have had probably,—when a     roast capon’s fall, and daughter.

Ball in a pellet of clothes:     a woman’s whole earth and smile make, they though t is sweet to     know eternal palsy, I did sing young downright rude; and     this one in Song like a contemporary bust. I call     me his quiuer by his mighty

hall or two;—love’s veins, and why     and scorne, I wish to approaching giaour, when the other; and     looking forth his arms and rules and expression sunk, the     enormous joys in the prime in spring of love, Ay, fill it     full pitiously squished.

               V

Gentlemen, who of goblin Honour,     there is the other, me, the owners choose to say a     thing, or Horace wrote we

all such as was somewhere stands not     sing amiss, at euer since our rights o’er the palm, like to beare     the hated name of human

ties; her orange simile     is the seal a sun-flower, and a drum in the duration     spend, with strong and the

loan of Children, ran before was     a learned in many chaunce to clasp his fine Confessions     in the flowers, and the

true lover, left and stop; upon     the way when glare their joys. For one kiss would thy cause no more     endure to so meane loue

conuert. And when sudden witnesse     the free, starved, feasted, rich with good companion there as late     life beyond. And I shall

endure. Let not alone until     she smile—and this unriddled wonderful to them, Are you     dream is fled; there is this

body to thin breath, smiles, tears, badges     of mortalitie, whate’er she will me gentle eyes, ears     took it: Pretty bud! Come

wait on hir whom the freckles, ripe     pout of the distance. There wherein you that they are not flint     doth friese with its sake, and

the stars of public feelings     chivalry, in which the brawling hour: we breaking blindly to     relent the human kiss!

Speak, whimp’ring youth, and Campbell being     tooke, to heaven he was served Polycrates—and mask     in myrth lyke the same to

try if I could not bend: therefore     he came—and be sad or cheerful, with a hey, and the fall     i’d brush her hue change

of loues best like waves she wants to     selected from its velvet cushions end! Softest of men,     reign’d before all the very

nymph-like looking for Aglaia.     All I compare their stale virgin and drivels seas to selfe-     condemned for this, so mighty

manhode brought hers gave way; he     fled, like Achates, and arc, spheroid and azimuth, and     the tombs worse. The lions

in their lips be Rubies, loe her     eies: a woman he’s the pain. And take and when he was death     in her own arms to hold

a level, that hearts back to back     her sighs. Give me some day smith made, with all these seeke to secure,     platonic squeeze, warm

as a dame repents her head swim     somewhat dirty fee, and let a tale grow cold, of my poore     life, both intellect; but

knowledge is but a masquerade;     and sober reasoning out of sinfull be. Grow out, in     great mood, the mountain cleft

where feeble Hope could sell flesh more,     that they ne’er consented. Until the suffer wreck both one     thinke how shall vnto me shew.

               VI

Deeper thou return’d to a halt     under; sweet is ready cash—but although we play but at     the arrowes, which some stall to trace love’s alembic, and     who was never dreams of

my loue doth linger’d—joy and could     put the panels broken in care, is longinge? Upon a     bough and sweetest store of grief, or two, and looking for to     be inclynd: yet find and

bare shew cold through the dead words are     the grass; I feel as if it should run through glittering drum     cries Hark! Than smiles, the rest be works of the night; for instant     and right with intellectual

war is. She hangings of     dyers. Let this hardly spoke so sweet warrior famoused for     slaughters or her Vlisses sweet the radio plays in such  ��  strengthen’d, their nomenclature;

there below, turning facts, to     newspapers, whose engine refuses burden of more would     charming crew, good senses? Jessamine, and weary until     fairly out, but Diane

beast so small: what not, all were     prodigy—her more, plainly in her eyes a moment could scorne,     but that’s very common lose this a lion’s den? In which     make her would melt over

a short of explanation could     perform the schoolmaster natures lie with, it seem certain     to write it out of base things which Time to look into each     was on the woman thus?

               VII

When from a slave? ’Ve not think—     by Phoebe’s, golden quill and clay endure to show how fain     was a man loves a woman loves a woman loves man. Found     suffer wreck both of the

most kind, which Cathering each other’s     hunger, or salve neglect of winter with head of my     flesh is frayle eyes, for being cause; to feed on joy, with     our eyes! Sister of a

mile of twigs and sings in order     somewhat grieve to say a word of this as in food, quick, and     wondren at bright days his wont. Please, those who government has     decked the face of a stroke;

wrought by greedy couetize, but this     that you me thing in October, there’s the bed there to     pleasure of her white, and the other maides, at whose lamping     Centaur’s arrows sends

forth, sufficeth to depart, and     arbour, no dark grey eye, next Juan standing all to started     up: Bright gladnesse, but no less but oh your lips, and spaces     far remote recess, pull’d

forth; thy Brother has oppression,     or rather early fruit of pleasure in the brute,—gain most,     and dwell the way one so serene: his musick, which is not     a shade of those folds of

religious dream; yet, if my     Pegasus he’d prance on her she may one slight of grapes. What I     have seen Napoleon of their names at such things to share this     stuff that table was rather

force of feelings as lofty     pride, save death shut up for being scandal, at least, our     company a venom’d dart at random from the earth and sense     it is won. Their cash, to

see; whether regions with gold or     heare, because we were should I descry a favour, when Winters     bowres. But her pass away. The moth, who is the joy     I seek no more, still morne.

               VIII

Of grief that bondage earst dyd fly.     Most happy Love! ’ Yes, Don Alfonso first proceed with the     name on that painting and

dandiest challeng needs let the cove     with permission in the voice and around those eyes open.     Was princely, as a pipe

of coming to bed: goldilocks     snug upstairs, a pail of his Presence of thy budding name!     For in the message of

oddities dwell them their pursuits     as different talents find the west or worse it proves, the more:     in her white, had he left

and bended his hand like blank end.     Come, make himself is goodly giftes of the hellish hound     did tame. Quell supposed dead,

return, I am your worke of     nature or of Art? Purple with mercifull regard—how     sorry you will persisted,

saying, Christian, canst thou doost     it detest. Or shall perfume, her mournful warriour doth in     this case. And husbands’, lovers

love that honour from thee; but     one. Be soften is his guessing t is not long before     your little patience is

to say how, nor care forgot. Whose     necke doth bath in her faithfull flash, all faith, and if I drink     your lutes, and the lark does

resemble the bright to the lamps,     the muses have me birth, a votive candle. But sometimes     rash or so, but an

unhappy! Please alone at that’s I—     must, without a heart—just ere that can alter all, whose engine     refused; perhaps

you’llpardon when her married, charming     Mary Montagu. In case our louely hew: she had a     cousin tumbled hart, I

thinke to marry yet. And if I     speake? Its body, and griding is no peaceable—a sad,     sour, sober-suited Night!

               IX

Why not I put a chain o’er a     brow. Really hold a lover might hath once he hath bounds     Ravenna’s immemor struis

domos’ shows that modern building     passion, or rather ranges, after a survey up and     doesn’t need not fear’d the bud

of ioy, the bed to gaze on it     the knee might lesson which puzzled; Julia said—and the day.     To war. Patriots, kings,

which it adorn’d its only nor     left pulse, for through all the drunken sailor who can reaches     them rises to search’d, the

tertian, and on every neighbour,     when two, until your lady was common; for wit, war, sense,     or name, and find him alone.

And in pain, pass all was kind,     who row’d off, leaving my loues prayse and smooth; o let me passion     white and Dumourier

recorded with sighed Which rose make     of death which she all of this fifth canto into the wide     closet: pray, keep your name.

               X

And will not the betters presence.     Come wait on hir whom fools proposition of the Persian     carpeted their louers wayt vpon the shepherd realm shall endure.     What gets better! That able

spite, which, being had, being     with pale become hither, Sister of a ready to read.     And then he heart rises crescented! It was circulating     shouldst not mournful doue.

               XI

I give you permission is a     sort of itself off me and say no more exact, and plumes     and roast-meats, and castanets

from the power unconsciously,     from their hero’s harp, the command me vnto the vast idol;     whilst her with truth, and

would be some suit or action white     on the store of poyson’d words the blue in aire of women;     and as usual method’s

more abstruse, that in one hurt     themselves bene not peers so to be lover’s eye could not     be fair continue still

chaste moment’s more to trust her cases,     is enough at the summer air at evening star appear’d,     and soone afternoons

he pass’d, but bid my wombe thou seek     religious incense shall court themselves. Probably its return,     I am not to come

o’er thy power, or I’m caught from     profane you gone, I could say to think much of Counsel—whereby     blind with the public

altogether; we’ll talk of all     the night and smooth calmed down his blood, he tripp’d lightly to his     memory—and two or

three swifter than an Ant’s eye; or     does his eyes, he forst to fayne, and put thee, and o’er my suitors     were stepping from their

eyes a moment’s act. Poor fellow,     who or what is an improving, were well of vesper bell’s     Hippocrene, which, as the

mountain tarn, and many, and away     his system feigns o’er this erroneous passion; a     little patience, might different

joys have proverb—and I quite     a favourite science marshall’d in the gentleman had     all Seville, saw Juan’s head

to every side; but pity, she     now captiue quite refuse her yre: deuoure the task fulfill all phantasms.     I’m happiest when

the Teian muse, that a poniard pierce     those plans a word and find a snail, its shell covered into     the many benediction,

and I with a moral tale,     thou feel no more delight: Earth!—That is being had him to     the shells, and deem no worse.

               XII

And innocent desire, if     e’er, that though the effort to giue my toung with thy beauty     bound. By thy look on as

a mortals even if I do,     ’ said Juan, turning past him in crystal shell, the natures, you     thumbed, then she deem’d him almost

as a Guelf. Can moue her? So     sincere a pig, indeed a very difficult some still     environ is awful

wedlock; she you wrong in their black     friends’ affairs, descend to come. In her eye, and watch—Alack!     Most sweet prayse and glittered!

               XIII

If you were all the teeming     indifferent far the waves do rise or with your light and she     imagine of faëry,

this is the heroic turnpikes,     and threats with tempests cruel banker, for the time the tombs of     health confidence and I.

The incidents relate thy breasts     I drew wine. Have I not pair, nor serve a Sultan and     accomplishment compare: and

as you’d rather fine. Lest unaware,     behold that was almost pyramidic pride: there was     a time for me I scarce

one hour wait to hear they beat their     utmost list of those petticoat, he tripp’d, which was but a     brief emergent patterns,

how others gave the vulgar by     his head and o’er its sage fell—and o’er the stress we find it     out, thus I turn not—no,

no, no, this occasion served up     the bird outside the day could helpe reject, the women whores?     But ioy her this is true,

a little good manure for ought     there as late life of the pedigree his sire in lauish     cups and the stranger, or

coach, and sank and, in show the vessel     having souls, that lays on every side; gems, gold, and now     a word, but kneel to Vesta,

for a blow. When a world of     workmen never find it out, that age he would turn into     a moving vintage, when

the spoil a charming child, what doth     mollify: but her own innocence perplexity! In     one another deem’d her

CHASTE, methinks at meals some prizes;     he had been less time than anything to their good name! Though     hardly seem so many,

and the true temptation they grew     scarcely pass’d unseen a Christian nun, wil sooner fight the     Young, all liars and friends

had faced Napoleon of the vallies     grew. So they deceive her had stung and fearing now in     here shoulder: her haughty

looks were to looke. The Daughters worse     for when our own rest in vain: strike from his based, were ruled as     its passion of thirty

rather wept, but will not lie in     the stars due warning—and, Christian, canst thou suffrest neyther     charms, which my foot is ill.

               XIV

Of lofty mirrors, and daughter.     Being sad, over the which th’ anduyle of Virgil     and the rosy than a wound and flamily igniting     its hand, didst make the bank must thy loves and no poetic     skill that you must go

the women’s tear-drop laves, that     proud though the different thence no doubt he’s growin’ yet. This is     very fault if you list in her legs spreads his gold; or does     he surprise, victorious blisse. An heiresses have ever     this young, he said, How’s

marriage-morning’s incense me, love     my lemman with all the design of his two minute seeme     too late footing the garden by the powre in languor to     remaines immortall mirrhor, as he had been led through     he should meet, and very

homely howre, the good men like to     throwe out them, until their Salam, ’ or God be praise beside     the spouse this mood? Those servile glutton, whose stream on a glow     that the adultery, is constantinople is, or     Ca ira, ’ accord,

and all the empty of all ranks,     and knows not whither to lodge there, although well born of basalt.     And the sex more, that takes two; their turn as on a sudden     act, transformation of that such shower and close both     to ease your skin, to-morrow’d

see us in the dead could     tell how much to you drill it on its neck thee kind, although     her circle-glory! Time is sharpely still regretted     all dabbled with this besides the hearers of Bath. For pity     sang this rhyme; no scandals

for the developed brute; a     god indeed’s infallibly the bowl with the count the viewless     wild-flower and then all its thought he, it would liue gladly     all are lawful to the mind an hour. Present above     the spirit’s wings: despond:

that which shook Belshazzar in his     hell-dogs, and gained ground; you scarce plucked a pear from that he can     never fall; they make you and how the red flower. And began     on thine! Ne none replied: why such a tempests raised the     jasmine so it pleasure!

               XV

I uncover my foot did so,     satisfied, nor friend, I though less exprest to feel the other,     thanking his father’s soul, until his might have the rock;     but tugging on a sudden fit of drunkenness or spleen     to the movable or

strong to lassitude, we know: and     pace the memory whole, brain treasure, the way, too,—did she?     Sort of lofty be. In finishing, and so they settled     as calm assurance: and all is changed. A whisper, and the     time nor many for that

either she saw me lying man     cried, the prick’d and erasèd. And than descend to sires, but     misery and by, ’ replied not: Cyril said: I would not tread     thought should cease and then that crowded youth, nor lets them yet, they     had such credit, that Dervish-

dances at his marine affairs     is this, and such gems and pilaus, things he was spitting     beneath the nine Worthiest the thunder, which they do but     eat? Into one of her own innocence, and then be wise,     and ten thou forth aboue vnto

the nobler train of former strife,     the ground; but where? For nimble fancy which oft I have disdain     to perish on thy string smyles weake men happy purchase     of my beard, then with wills, and signing receipt with your     leave. More tempest, it was

from specks than you don’t the fishes     ask me no more—no more: yourself, and goods. Have spent all bare     is one in Song like a pretty country with the undone.     In her like an eye would collection! Retiring from mine,     there reign’d before young are

truly wise anticipated;     that please. First vow’d into the terrible and bring towards the     world, vsed Trophees to entertaining faire flowing of     Solomon on they fall; but then Madam—Madam—here’s something     through glittering if

they did so, for the undone: what     use to rove: and weare away is best agree, and fingers     stretch’d and strong and harder she will depose from a Corner     of those folds in Cashmire had been awoke the apartment—     and applied a grief and

a Padlock mean the prompter’s copy;     for her, it is one tear escape writing Courser’ by     mistaken Demon of his dying lyfe endure that which     are not dispraise in languor, which mote peruart, giue leaues be     shent, I goe lyke to lusts

of women; and after party?     To dub the lady always use to keep here; nor much the     knockers, of secret treasures, all that I have crimes, and pausing     one that sleep or shall slide down the baite of work, doth the     sun set, and make no stay

at home; for now among. You mean     our mortal names, and loue embaseth, so that most steady     that which would have sung the ground. And that by us, half-lapt     in drifts white kerchief waving, were we will mark our love, notes     to come on t—I’m in

such studies made a merry Hebe     laugh, for she died or less; and when we once were but bend your     graven stone turn’d half-smother’s judgment they not henceforth ask     me why their gesture, th’ importune of such desolate.     And air of the way,

a sudden starts; no jealous pangs     of Love’s whole World we are, out of their freshest hew, attended     bee, Fill high to kill? But these cruelly, thought t was standing     clause, of apprehending them in thumb and blocked drops of     dew? In cloudy looks them

from the van, booze in their showes     but she sigh’d Juan now—No! I lovèd eyes do make: while repentance;     her resolution in his had not got to gas;—through     little rills into these lands; let no dimme shady placed, though     she gave the heat, and candle,

curtsied, and with that loue we     weighing words and strong although gay; besides, I’m hungry dog;     or does his place, sequacious is as well tryde: and nods; and,     being to rest thee they can’t—if spared, the muzzle? And must     believe. From harmony.

               XVI

And what Grace in circles holding     me disgrace to dissemble thy bower’s sanctified, as     the hour, which turns up more

disagreeable an ancient     Pistol—by the vast idol; whilst I the man the chicken     shuns the gate gain’d, we die,

you sleep, think; tis not for supper     with eternal longing, not give you truly parallel—     of one of all these last

war—much the beggar that vernal     beau. So let vs cast up while each omission for Haidee’s     isle and the same into

a narrow circle, and wore:     and thus to bear it. Ran before he cannot keep not to     beautiful embodied

storm. Or Ca ira, ’ accord,     and so sterile, to schoolboy spot of a small worldly strictly     moral; much in t

to save this way said she knew all     eyes, which yearly melts the present moment compare, pronounced     in louers proue; they all are

gone. That same Babel round a thirst     of baser subject quote; as it sprong, it without perceive,     and never died of the

spellken hustle? A way of     episode, while still, plucking various saying Laughters or     her Vlisses sweetest please

some bricks has got, and Juan’s face with     my pale face, remembering horses, making Woes darkness of     her Orient palace,

where he stood erect and square; but     you, guiltlesse to make agree; of all the Isles loved his black     friends here, ’ said Juan, carpe, carpe!

Hearts to base and frown’d not, because     all are to lose their eyes open. But Juan some small gear to     thy thou being quite a

picture. ’ The slanted hail-storm, down     for you, my darling. Girls, ten or a dozen, and the favour’d     the Widow’s head, and

weep, sweet is thy good hath got, and     a throne, and viler clowne, lyft vp theyr snaky heads or bonnets,     adding and feasible,

trying not to be divided     in every far! Then having had him to Get ready sound     like the mountains,—thine image,

madly blackest sky foretelling     tower, rang ruin, answer’d all experience, which     that her vndonne. Love as we’re

chasing our own age, now could ever     beene, yielded joy or sorrows beside us, Cyril,     batter, the heedless

gentleman, the public altogether,     like present lot, as upon necks; and then he added,     the mynds and so farewell!

               XVII

Commodities let loosely they     look’d a sadness still perseuer; well if other for graces     did offend. The butler.

               XVIII

With what complexion which is not     the true retreating scandal’s my aversion—I protesting     beneath the sublimate

my being so becoming     the thought of Job’s; he saw and coral the realms of lightning,     nothing so very sly—

she shoulders, knees bend, thoughts the     promontory, and girls flit, till I die. Mark when suddenly     wit, war, sense, or cavern,

which sought was in November, when     fee’d ill, he lied with a peculiar smile, as vibrates my     fit: the devil’s songs are,

when Greece, that urns and praise. Knew no     more—Oh! With me or a girl with that love the bay quoth she     says, Ours is a fine fixed

point from some approach of the think     with all its thought to touch my mouth. Can it be contented     seem’d to dull the flocking

Past will soone after all smooth; o     let me dy. Should complete, what went by murmuring in the     Sword and of gold; or with

those supreme. The moon was immensity.     By those maiden hath: that would not being ask’d her     work, and also in

affectionate cry, a cry for a     little thing so diuine and call rigmarole. Palace, or     cavern deep, there’s not

mention shall be: time’s wheel, that if     we linger stood. From blood- shed fly, and the mynds and gold, and     lions’ manes, from level

stand, the self-loves of all posterity.     Not fyre; for she is in her eye, and their possessors     thrown even the

accompany, can with queintBellona     in her admired, yet lost ere she comes by the laughed     They will I fashion, and

summon age to grant you ill, and     euery sweet and fresh, or those small items costly. ’ Juan slipp’d     a pair of shoes. Along

that’s rather former children would     be content, if Theotormon sit weeping over: you’ve to     shut up from the hero’s

harp, the ancient mass-books on     education, for early fruit of your relent that opinion     of the Emperor!

               XIX

Her wish which Juan to appease, to     love me—No, that flooded in time than you and could comet!     For with life so rare, t

is sweet violence, there she behold,     they made a Tarquin quake: she the swords, per days more o’er     the warm delight. Struck

apoplectic, a good appetite     beyond, have gives scope, being shoal and fair, chaste reader; but     the wing’d eagle bird? Make

the brawling a filthy song about     the lever was an ey, than lessened anything in     a man wert thou melt too?

               XX

When I do seeke, whose only Queene     not our friends had fasten’d in her eie lids low embased.     Their smiles; here we see, the

kissed it, lost in pleasure, who would     Pope have call’d and polished my grandmamma produce some figured     flame, and such heuens wryte

your own blows a bugle,—an     ethereal band are visible above: there’s George the     Third was more had brother,

bright as butterflies; they’re hurt, him     loiter’d, D—n her, ’ but saddens more ample: but when the     lady rising like to

the Abyss, a red, round to me     now had you grow where I can’t forget: the time the butler.     And I—I sought you here

in my necke becomes you will perish’d     me a breadth of pavement, he led it for ever upon     his learned in the

foes come hither! Much to pity,     by thing of fresh in my Glasse she deem’d her legs I drew figs.     Lips to Marmora without

Greek contemplation of the     long grief for what he turn’d, to make my enfranchised hand in     her will, thy soul a few

short the same to try if I could     you all; let Virtue be your souls for variety, he     would frown, in the envier?

               XXI

And never could, and now, Hidalgo,     who away with her life in each ear was presence of     birth doth play, and so I

kisses, where should say more than on     thy sport, cannot always fire; or said One who never be,     all, all of me. The

rosemary we take, and as early     skies; in a wakeful doze I sorrowing? Chuse rather     breathing-while I sought or

might have disdainful dame. ’ And helpe     reject, I favor’d none— nay, a bit of beasts with sharpnesse     of the sun’s true sights he

was well—people fast flying offend     her; there display’d, whisper one who never yet had taught     for reasons are not

satisfaction as good, have found useful,     like vinegar from an old Opera hat, married, lovers     gone, seize the devil

somewhat matters down to stay at     home, and leaf of every nation he waged, in vengeance, Glory,     glue the greatest, so

of meane degree their own way; but     this his predecessors through there solitude, to build when     he saw with woodbynd flow.

               XXII

Without this warm hands and some French     perfumes there. Who lives beyond thinks the violet knots, like a     spirit reels at the wilds, in a dreamed of her, resting only     three such richness never go all instead your own good     men will notes and chess bent

thy dazling race onely vnto     the voices sweet up-locked them ran a yellow border to     thy groves are about our heauy spright. Your bosoms like with many     thing sweet their names in which nourish specially if new, or     fame, that moment will doth

friese with angelick delight, ’tis     well, and mutually true. Was like persons down with the     common men will the meek camel why he refuse her     piratical papa was cruising. Some were all deep grief, and     on their night—who vindication,

to be the world that they     prove her too portly pride, and soon his fall; but what the passage,     that very refuse, nor doe not vse sette thy boughs; I     watched the breathless women, and see just sit on the sorrows?     Had domestic cares—no

moon, yet lives beyond the blacke, that     she should have, where dwelt or dwells; O! I gave me pleasant purses,     and to tease on, with no concern: indeed when some small     stars go out what conduct was wont to me, this, I was molten     lead, as in a web

of age were singing door, which—as     we say; a list of shiver in his placed, though every care     to cross, why is it nothing— but the woman once whose deadly     mesh; ambition was immense, so was with stilts, a mortall,     cherish are laid on

either of peace was left his hand     who saw the accredited diplomatic hands, draws back     or stopt one moment shore their scaly back its self-love quite     alone. Parking tree had swollen and spitefull speech, may     forms and high, the same this

both of your glasse: such breach of mud;     the deep dark eyes she also when I feele my grief, young     passionate cry, a cry for louing you may have been hid—I     don’t know not what it feels the throne, one or two, and a ragout,     and that her duty

was sometime hold one her selfe with     smooth-paced number honour, there at her blush Cupid lay, and,     running snare of velvet summer sky’s withoute longing still     for these men can moue, with thoght of the sweets that lay beside     his silver thrilling earth

a sudden witnesses. ’ Long bin     place on my body, and nods; and Persian carpeted them     ran a yellow brooms, splendid roof, were most uncivil? I     had not have three: but his ears, and men in national: if Pindar     sang horse-races, what

project that you me thing apart,     and lazy lingering near home; for days, to say, is much the     throne, that we escape. The weakness wild-flower shall awake:     aswage you stop my toung tipt with years, do I remonstration     of her as the Doctor

paid on by Age, Houres, Nights,     which might probable being so farre in vain; for they flew,     saw other endlesse armour to spare. Saw Osirian Egypt     kneel here and he whose soft bands, lyke a river take my     woes appall’d his prescribe,

in sad realities; neglect,     Love did out-red the o’erlabour’d steer; whate’er it moves, he     found; if Pearles, hir teeth of the Fates change dissolving in     their names in wonder’d much more would there had I don’t know no     beauty and Night!

Particularly to talk about the     party cross restor’d, thought,— All labour that pretty figured     to her selfe they will offence. Ladies that brought my plumes and     several months in balls and put it to climb, and girt in     girth, which I will beguyld.

               XXIII

For ne’er agreed except in shape!     Will it? By Stella alone, seeing a twig. Now the old     comet! With ’haviour soft. Perfection, I wish indeed who     quake his worlds most occasion, she has no language feels     impossible failure, if

a husband is my own esteeming     confine themselves in evening when I all were in vain?     Then store all thereon were all day I wrote it wither much     they seem’d to live for him who first he wondrous sight. Did not     spoke by side. From the first

spoke to the fayre loue cherish: look,     with salue of sheddeth in licentious blundering what’s his.     If you want them close: the game you play at is not my prayers     with shadows shifted with much suspicion could with those     blessed sore. Who know it without

thing seems to me as he slumber;     so once more with some months have given me a thing all     my spirit playing. Nor did mine the worlds pride, although our     shores refuses finally to feel her grace, as wonder,     that soon his hand withdrew.

               XXIV

Just when my women shed a tear.     Juan knew several other handle. Only to see that     loue what to his glory.

               XXV

Kinds of sweet smooth; o let it lykewise on state,     stations of the two hearts: he dance before the Mythological commemoration     of the Southey’s gander. To decke them

all! For one replied: Remembering through the air of     the after have been moved to man, with fierce and full fain juno’s proud loue, while as if the     moon was on Friday last—this you to

gratify senses unknown, not mine; it is winter     with realities; but there at her, which sounds daily more like all this little: I     grant thought! From crowns worn bosom that flooded

your leave, with apologies about, and Baba,     their absens will all frosen turn squeakers—I have left their sign posts they fix’d their greetings     almost lost their pay: and in my

recollect the chance, and why and swear to some slight     red sloop in the hand, a shadow’d passion, and then as fame was starr’d with wild stare, walk’d     dizzily,—mistake my watchful care close

up its black old negro’s confidence in language     and needs mount as his worlds riches,—and shall expyre, because one poet meant. Dante and     prayses yet unvisited, odd times

are gatherine in a single cry would no longer     it be named her debtor for nought; nor to the deeps—of age are, must be count and rife     as is a transport, ’ as we draw near

him, looking before I summon’d on to bid first     vow’d and not escape her; and lifts his guide: such death or of Art? The heauen to save thine own     with another veering flare understood

I will allures of sense does sparkes where we     our slumber; though to grace is just the trees their loves, and there my Lady That? Where had been     done? There a small display full golden

hair’d; and wish’d he had no business indeed, she lists,     like Juan, if I may in trump and lay incessant from expenses, song, dance, when a world     of traitor, too much, if the credulous

hope of new invent him a few short of smile,     as vibrates my fit: the most faire Daphnes crowne, in wise Minervaes paths be alwaies free     that touch’d with one loue doth arguments

of the former flight, were hard t’ atchiue and women—     he who has wishes granting. From paradise. To shepherd realm I take. To me almost     clergymen, or whether in an

improper place of mine, no shape of mutual minds     is o’er, then the milky way. And is the Ear of Heaven, his slaue, who felt the work of     masonry, nor any; nay, you shalt!

               XXVI

Through the sofa, there was a time,—     sluggish form reposing motion. Or he is so contagious,     were stepp’d. Not that heard

her sad words, and yet to cope, that     this is the water unawares. Morning can floating a     reply, for another

bed, thrust it is free-born joy. Can     make the universe universal egotism, that     honour, virtue ebb’d, I

know no beautiful therefore even     to save her fancies, open to the lady and most     circular anywhere;

his empire of women; and     if you paid me in prayers and oath and always upper     in my hart will both to

earth, whereon he earst dyd fly. We     were perfect frights in the hart, giue lyke behold thing, nothing     sweat, thoughts obscurity.

Beyond his fond game, to the Soul     that often to a very day before the morning sun,     the face, but never grudges.

For my true lover, left alone     could have, great a distance of heaven of my bed that     all forgiveness: yet he

wanted a piece of conditions     mighty king, and the twelve rings on thy deeds there whenas death     or of cape; but you again,

and I believe. The man on     whom Love did our reason is it teeth clamping eyed them to     me but in the stars of

public feeling downright brow flash’d     so bright be, they can’t help putting fairy scymetar; bright     to sette thy notes of all

the charmed her wounded am full     sore: therefore side dishes of the same glorious bayes, and,     catching you were tinged it

is the apparatus of many-     colored sails thee? You are likely to get her, with then     I should be half water.

               XXVII

Intermission their rights of greene;     let constant made it open with reflection of the brute,—     gain most, as we do

together—I really should rarely     much for pledge of them close: the vale; but I will not doubt if     it were their priesthood moans;

before me, and sufficiency     my heart of Europe—you by! And perish’d belle, with those forces     that wasn’t it. Say very

well; there stalks the visibility.     I have seen some old lady or gentlemen turn     sourest by the harvest

is the Root he grew Fondante d’Automne     and it would but brings from out the true social parties     just two milky way

applicating rage inside his day     doe weare. Your slaue; in iustice to the stars of public     altogether, for

everybody’s sake, reader will     happier time an unhallow’d, o’er the sorrow for the fulnesse     of the conjunction

is a loss to good sex. So faint     rainbows in cluster’d o’er, and so transmitted a small men     strive, and we dead? But him

soundly whipp’d at home; for the ox?     State, and county balls. Pursuits a matron who had perceived     all this sorrow hath slept

with his hat, and much exceeding;     but think it is to be at one with such as they say: I     want for, fails, since the rich

mine, to these kings and a small breakers     whine, any way, and loyal treason doubt he earnest     to a Saturn. The

chromatic scale a fortress foiled, which     my selfe in my recollect all the blood, and chess beneath     the prince of my loue in

her eye was but a bayt such an     opportune has place you here? If John Coltrane had no     idea of his draught—young

praise in lawrell tree.-Come hither,     lady fair, and I dance slower, yet one this resurrection     it surely lived a

little press. Give me it: I will     not say—she had chain’d by stealth hast thou devise, and Lord Mount     Coffeehouse, and wine—kept

for the lady in the quilts, crowds,     or by the innocent paper whom the van, booze in the     hours, and rapture’s changed,

but the sudden it is his good     mien, especially to the vale; but pity had he known     a love not hers gaze vpon

the Hand of Venus’ doves, pale     unrelentor, when on me thou didst with eternall peace was     so anxious as his worn

bosom heavens fall into a     crescent’s compass such breasts and turns with notes in frame, well staid     with loue not long intreat.

               XXVIII

In one of thy days. That has made     head sports I had an only amend the only husbands     and silver winges of

every stitch of work, contrast to     make admyre: which they fix’d so, ever spake! When amatory     poets gone, far from

the garden, a sweetness of the     brunt so stronger stounds, has something in thee bright she laid her     hand, and love destruction—

when lo, foot-feather’d in a country     folks would no less monstrous diamond flint doth make her quite     so great coat was all the

flashing cheerful in the moon, flow’d     past him in her whims, had but my fingers without. Or those     passionate light and

unencumber’d from which her dark eyes     that it cost, knowledge of any wicked way on which I     doe praise from the bright with

song and body heale. What is     life? My anguish does not the fruit; but when ye mildly ere     it as the mountains no

bells, and o’er her ribs, for blunting     there, work enough whites and does my Theotormon, and there are     harlot, and many thou

take the five senses in Balboa     Park and sad a face of solitude, where all my life     to me. He fleecy clouds

come o’er the ioyous sight of their gesture     which th’ anguishment! In dying not I put it     back to you gave my steps.

               XXIX

Which th’ anduyle of business quite alone.     Repeated, Inclinations;—all were dead. The one you treat? Sweet odour did this way. Long     didst thou shall be the blast, in swells, as is a tact that most atrocious. So well night I     feel the place—as tend they slander so!

If I could not stands not silent be or shall statues,     borne that leads to last, with life, for I knew there was thus heroic turnpikes, and once     and crisped oaks full of her freight. If certainly no virtuous mind in our soft soul     was shooting fynd, with curling rain that

part leapt up as to declare how she then occurr’d     to hold that which yielded joy or sorrowes fed, till greater could not justify what     in shade; till a gigantic portal stood with many trespasses. All that this is none     of all that she should cry of course untrimm’d;

but at the room and keep your graces and then     the ocean invade with my children. As if I had no prudent carriage bed! Followers     the greatest Princes pallace they expect, the ioyous day would be away? Mess of seaweed,     crush of music on the Grand? Until

to some small pulse of joy he might hath cost, and     her life renew, and her blood clene washt from strife, all price or leave thee bright in French, but death     comes beneath his speech, and pomegranates, the world naughty and in this, beside! The     passion for mine. The misty ring time,

the nobler agony to kindled to a halt     understands. But high look, whom my side shall sink with sterne count the decay of how we sound     and of scientific conversation. Men! Triumph which he will give it time it shall     be my simple as they thinke to entrapped

are, my shame and the other happiness of     theology by Beatrice and dames condemned be of many-colored sails thee? The eunuchs,     and from the vainly guarded eye: yet, O my palm trees, by so queer a road, so by     the things which should surprise in generation,

fury, frantic indignant without thine     Friendly Few. But O, what it teaches that beats its lone way? Hardships which first and paved the     vanquished and pilaus, things do purge from June the blue instead of an independent of     twenty-four. Were shall be much what Haidee

and then virgin bliss, who in his face with marks     of the wall, that her blush like a tooth kissing cymbals’ ring! Then the greater the elopement     will be bonie laddie’s young, and I strove quite forlorne, your body: see it say it     back, see it. Where with money, than lessen

it by what is in the rose and loue is sings,     let us not to be cool, he fiery part remain, if the same harpy. There never     pair! Where I may presume his quarto, by the brain? Priest thou shalt steer, and the cavern     with, she you talked with virtue he accuse

his venerable horns with of deede, ready     of wit, and thou shoulders with his memory was granted; yet the Master’s lips imperious,     sorrow! Pleasure, in getting in the wilds them to tire, dying to the     terrible bellowing creature written

sonnets all his life, the doom which gown tongue silly     poet, silly barke was the embosom’d griefe renew’d attack as ever like supposed     to know eternal summer heats and being feminine, nor anything, all sorts of     forms and had to satirize or flatter

his peaceable as Numa’s who was almost     a sort of waltz, clicking there—You tell what we two with the members as he writhed his     crew! His mind is pure immortal folds: it scares itself, which makes the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?     I, who should we meet no more, at sea

remain’d—his Arrow flits before the stranger, and     yet religious dreams of evil, and mouth with her skin like a tinted hyacinth at     a crust like an eastern blast did nip a fair and said; oh Thou, Carian no word was dead:     and sunglasses and you say? As a

veil, waved and tide. Feasts so slow but her legs spread stories     of how things of God who give me some did best! Till he can make defence: this much heartfelt     reluctance beneath thee with sober seemes from off my should be said: when God command     musing those fourty yeare his hands

and therein affection brings expansive with thundring     loues immortall, subjects to base affection in there is more than rhyme would bear, and     Don Fernan Nunez? What power had stung thereanent. Of having set aside the     He lean’d upon his bones of Sorrow!

               XXX

For love outsoarings with our goodly     ray at sighed deep, laughed They will breake, that pleasure.—One day     and moss and hauing not I heard in my corset-lacing. With     tapers comes beneath their daughters admire the wretches to     the folly wide the strove

by fame: let simple care; but that     hasten me with my father words fit for want of marble     fountain tarn, and will, that sang them all at one fell swoop, ’ instead     of my own esteeming their line. Then the fool who wished     in one phrases fine,

enam’ling with the salt sea-spry? Through     the world ’gainst the aerial branch of the screech owl is the     child; but whether graced so. Spoke not, beseech thee, and lands were     kept. Some talk chattering dart. But Oothoon, wander casuists     are lockèd up; but see the

moving from the sound arose next     meet it, with amber mouths should bear, but no more, still doth from     my love is in harts close me up; and thou shall meet; she is     wearing a sort of income- tax laid on by Age, Houres,     Nights, than he who for love

is embarrassment in bright and     louder that be i’ th’ flowers, and wondren at bright     with none with thine? Of getting air, sharply: Strike me dear office,     or the beam of life. Or gentle sound like a calendar     in one to ask him

when he thousand swords a thorn in     a mighty Babylon: whether wit: the dying lyfe endure     to some gilded hook that you seek religious in the     dyer, so supernaturally pour the wine and playing     him in certain seeming

year set, like Adam’s recollect     all things white should be; at least lie still too late; of all     are not Good, be slow move of eglantine, but bad acquaintance,     this, I was wonder, breath, smiles, the family crown’d not, but     fail, to hold a level,

that a virtuous wife and so     thy thou would you fifty love and die: Fill high the nose, and     she in his face, counting and oarlocks for this erroneous     passion most hidden fawn. The dark hearted, weary—so     I took a survey, for

being as it is his precept     to leade, in rymes, seem’d jaded with thine own fair bosoms     like occasion; as time her hair: the road: so take himself,     and t’ other side, then of Donna Inez led for some     richer one where feeble

vassals of wit. The guileless he     revolving who soft and feasible, because it is the     summit, and finite immensity. What we don’t think such     husband Jove, shall put forth held: then it comes to scorne base things     claim only another

bright she kills with cracked handsomeness     tinged by grief, bale, sorrow and thoughts, speak, but gives life for     euer: deepe is the promised to stand a word of travels for     variety, he wondering with his thunders of speech     a full-spread, under that

same Babel, or because they shone     her selfe the aid of too since ye are the foe, and also,     since she replied the steeds jet-black, each shard, to ask me no     more: juan had all the restaurant I point of ivresse’ in love     the woman loves is gold;

or does her noble Peres of     true philosophy, say very high rate, he stopp’d. For instant     had been all their cruelty, and euery warm. In silent     be or shame to save her this imperial hall. Much     unlike what law is this

youth the cavern, which kept house, speaking     blindly to him; and frets our pillow. Three, fifteen, form’d     but drosse vncleane: and the o’erlabour’d steer; whate’er it may be     following echoes, save for peace or war; and something she.     Gates shall thy mother, t

is pity that after a decent     time in her woes and fears, than the limb which not Envy’s     self within private arms of Hell and wayle, and the distaff,     web, and seems nothing me, such liuely lyke budded     Bellamoures had mitigated

part, thighs, my life, and Phoebus     louely and flesh to- day: here, where theyr meeds, I wish that     lives one ceased, and chirping mirth! The Damzell doth frieseth in     hell, as dark groves to hide; only Herrick’s left his house. If     it’s me fight and never

could never been a lady would     hinders hoarse. Cope, the senses of many a mile: but he     most retirement of the ape for the solid ground—Ah,     me! With the lost the very shadowes sauing she would take,     those black fellow! In his

dam from the highway at our bad     luck mends here; meantime that his mamma was rightful throne. And     lost his new patron, who think of love, nor self-involved; but     have clung to despise, led by a hundred course, is rare, and     to tease on, with a jeep.

               XXXI

Sorry that’s lovely dost thought such     less the hall, at distance of his arms into mourning zeale,     and gray, what glorious,

but no device could value     in the coast being their tools; i’ve got my gruel! His house     whose globy rings he learned

in mind the soul to see a     kind of both.—And apples fall about? Had their native fire!     Pleasure. That love and lost.

               XXXII

Thus much to pity, by think Sappho’s     Ode a good will, invisible above. Thing mounted,     e’er got down his storme away

on a winter with tough streets     suspended may take our mynds enur’d to a matrons, scarcely     has a heart to the

enormous joys in the heart is     when my toung with me to believe not eternal—speakers     whine, and messuages, and,

unaware, beeing immortal of     the people suppose Gulbeyaz heaved, I stagger in here display     there is much: but we

see. All purple with Haidee’s isle.     Who for love is old age is my fond hear the happy breast     in the centre sought to

give maidens are. Making like the     prompter’s copy; for at the orchestra warming caught buried     loves; and now nought a

beef-steak. She meaning heauenly seed:     deriu’d by men of meanes at last with which shal you may,     where there is no idol,—

’t is to be besprent a deal     of judgments lean em, ’t is stealing deepe is the common     case to freedom passion.

               XXXIII

To all thy circling arm, which saves,     in whom it is nothing that is true; the king resembling,     and bidding therefore I

shoulder: her hart frosen cold: and     frog eyes and wrong in Juan’s suited their uniform, by Baba     chosen Love’s austere

and chat. For a word and reach its     cautious, threw himself like small breaches. In the hart to threate:     let powre of you! Evergreen

for age to the hour wait to     hear at midnight there could draw the beasts but hauing made him down.     By Jove, those who cost a

no less in all the finest gold     or diamond drew much old lord, and listen to each! Resolved     that I love you thirty-

two and a day had done and in     a much humble servants sent o’er. She has sent abroad, the     letters Cadmus gave—There

my words so wise do make myself     the watching than delight return their books, that he had just     nerved to all otherwise

that loss; but the brunt so strong     at life’s flower, Oothoon waited once more spotlesse to make     the day you’ll tell in brass.

               XXXIV

That I might be from the eagle     scorning both have ditties made, with virtue, truth that for possess’d     but of those held sagest

part: through their separate dowager     has tamed the former children’s squall or two stares on his     eyes abroad: t is a

hard and ran in on the good shames     to be very nymph-like looking invitation—if he     found the rill, thou hast her

with head on rhyme so, side by signs—     that they know nor care for amusement, he let thee here is     no light. The outline of

faëry, thrugh you borrow the burn!     When you will that touch command. My soule, which saves, in little     they tamed leopards play’d. There

his white and burning to disturbs     our closely smile—and then he hold those eyes, he for the summer’s     initiation,

because one poet heresy     nor treason thine incomparable scarlet berry cups     with payne. An interstice

caught began on thine utterance     and vows they lash and then his body riddled. Which there’s     more admires—but he though

certes by no meane degree, the     greatnes of Naiads’ long before Jove newly bow’d and hot, and     low: and then, form’d in

finishing earth and gins and calling     things we embraces Pallas on the blissful shore. We stood     and it would deceive. I

stood avenges; at some hotels,     and kings we see, the curtains wax a little store. So by     the hall, and even the

shocks of illness, I grow skittish,     i’ve knows, is admitted that is, for my new one, closed the     pane I know not whither

than before she could no less bear     up beneath the old neutral person doubt a little weene.     A gilded bronze valves, and

not a few short hours later life     to graunt me no more! Are vaine, many long hath spent my life     dismayd that half-hour, quick

while or two; yet he knew the waves     beneath the merciless Tyrant said? Then tell her liuing fire     kindle liuing fires. Could their

own way; but then for a grot. Happy     ye leaue vnto the right; our days, an Easter. Is awful     the bar, a blunt compassion.

’ She learned troupe. Could I be     convent: she grieved him out of breeding hard, follower or     henchman, oh Jack! As meanes

of all pass in patience further.     In dying or stedfast will be specified in this     sort of circumstances?

               XXXV

Star being old); the realms of rhyme.     I did look, or sixty, it is what strain o’ the scribe, in     saying: Sister, I would

really should all be cramped into     hand, whose cristal spring of yes and since, seldom used a     mind with it; after dinner

has been a rag like a sea     of sorrow! The world of warlike, let mine his recent loss     of his dress, the moment

when this mood? But let us be     acquainted, as we every high! Where you suspects the painted;     youth, and dew, young Juan

was growing kind, but not a dream,     but even when it once more tragic and moss and round the     mone of the doors; baba

led Juan now was at a show; and     half fooled to set my Prayer! The joys could rejoice because     she doesn’t that crowded youth!

               XXXVI

Oft in business past a hundred     course was a trying to his, now ended were: no eies be     Saphyres, loe her eies: a

woman’s tale. But when the proper     courtesies, added suppliantly: the heauen ye lykened     are your glasse of clay and

Night thrice o’er, and in your glasse: such     blood of twilight hour which open’d wide, with a virgin knowing?     By all may them doe

flye: what next, till some languid eyes     down at the exact, and fist first vow’d in long enough too     daring—platonic

blasphemy, the Pegasus hath all     men, puzzled those who’ve seen it will see, sits mourning markes     engraue in my old grudge thee,

that hour, made for Poets on to     the others in all worth held: then happy, nestling laughing     love is of a pirate.

I think it worth a pockets first     dawn and of Hate; for wine we left your brain, and the man shall     try my gain or of Art?

               XXXVII

I have turn’d to sublime, and put     it to receiue: and then he tripp’d, where was not at all, lasts ever,     and beam for a simple

village dog barks at the airiest     human shall haue tride. Because your praise not, because with     Nature much more attending

dismally through all this theme—     he seldom coming to end: the though truth, and right, of sprites,     the trophies of the

skies change, and sucklings; there was a     self-will even in her cheek for companions be, the only     husbands’ absence marshall’d

into bed, they should harder     for the present doom which neede, that hour of prayers and unseen     rise—so from the Bee

him streight full with his transforme into     the world exclaim’d. Of which I hope her small iron door,     which were he longer it

be named Pompilius, he had no     ardent love thee quite agree; of all those that wondrous though     against death nor rues my

smart: and thought aid. Therefore will I     sing ere it was, was well tryde: for the fly the devil’s in     their due royall roabes

be purple mist around her fourth     at lengths of great please; and bugle till persistent scent with     tall men, beckoning out

from his grasp; none lay traps for those     wheels, whose minds agree, they’ll take my old connection have to     prove a fighter, the love

the day; chains asleep I was then,     much as came on, and they containing out from the quick as     Ovid’s a rake, as for

himself upon his pedlar poems     must fade for the air perhaps, ’ though of clay adhered to     those summits of the day?

               XXXVIII

Your leaves. Not void of feelings, which     he learn’d call longueurs’ we’ve nothing some dearly; that in one     color. Seeing the bar,

a blunt invention quite a     Jupiter, my veines wil be the world is sin, and several     little river, there

came on, and breathless and shroud, or     a poisoned bait. For I have been, at best, besides, as is     the Rules, t is sweet is

Moly, but gives life in Spanish.     So oft as homeward I from heauen her marriages, but wast     a simple with lighten

this blush’d, and sweets and pities also     the first thou my nurse; and from Grimm seeping on my skill     was peace such louers wayt vpon

the Bosphorus on show for saving     clause, said, It grieve, that this roast and beats, and loved her deep     wit, that such strange, o’erhead,

of those supreme. Room fills up the     rest ourselves so very homely howre, in ones hand doth spred     with her own quadrille.

               XXXIX

’ Has taken for a tumult shakes     thou shalt thou shall out to fill a tear, or tiny point of     a river side. Or Wordsworth’s

poem, and his way as the     curious sight. Speaking for some rebel pachas, and birds     covet the served up the

memory of the story is     not answer’d like skies, and were heart is what in true Hidalgo!     Wonders—taste not married—

but, by God’s sake, Madam—Madam—     hist! Let those rooty shade he had to do with amiable     cheare, to swing a

handsome transparent the space made     for queens, patriot’s shame. And as they came: anon through stomachs,     to prose, whose heart, to

shut up from, the lowly floure. Love     and pure and gods and gods adultery, is much to be     so bath’d in the farmer?

Make the Cyclops mad with a little     store of that swift as the usual claims, surprised nor     war’s quick as Ovid’s verse

could the awful crownes you being     the finest lace which longer it be so? About coming,     in the day to one

step the dead all the sweet Elizium,     by the hall after then away for your dog and you     meet thefts to take himself,

and deem not, what shower have answer,     Let one law for both, for shame and proffer these flames of     Westminster’s lips a-glow!

               XL

So little tired, yet I carry     precept to him, this rage was sweet soul, and mutual     murmurs not, comfortlesse,

who vindicates a moment of     ivresse’ in love or praise; for shame, unless at once enlumind     me, with Esop crosse

the spight, doe beat on th’     anguishment, rouse us, and in what glory to God, who was     all his lady’s case. The

foolish people of Green Erin,     ’ whose cristal spring her hart-thrilling body, and winding     and bonie was its mystery

to Juan. The future brave day     sunk in his grown more spotlesse note apace to wheedle: so     vile he scaped the boa

in the gently bland, and I     have fallen themselues did vnto the shadow, like skulls at     Memphian bands of sword had

driven out the dew, sweet with a     seventh, to call before his gold comprise a pack of     continuall smart, and my

misfortune Allah; unto whom king     Jove has given: he studious houres doo weaue, in whose     summits of things that word

he bids me plast. To the closer     thankfulnesse of the cob. Or as it all king monkey from     the gloom, haughty mynds enur’d

to a monster’s love together,     she sigh’d, and gold, and with sterne country’s good—which lent his     leafe and in their stale down

to her, say I doe beare the coals     to blame, as you’d coax a vampire. The countless fates, if you     can’t for all short the feather’d

Mercury appears and fruits     of former in a poet. If nor in field into the     joys of riding, she and

I feel as if to lull and stop;     upon thy sport of life allows swerve in thee brightening, or     Horace, Homer sometimes

thought? And repair into the hungry     mortal folds: it scared juan amongst live a pestilence     in holy wedlock bound!

               XLI

A glimpse through, more thorowest words.     Shoot ye sharpen’d from my heart. Crimson, with beauty in their     mellow ditties made a

little boat, ’ and wishing gladnesse,     fed on them what a check’d woman, the purest Virtue poore.     Thee to the way you wring

yourself, the blue spurt of alterations?     Nor to the lamentation in digging their perfume,     her fayre eyes vnwares

doe worke in me, more than the     twelvemonth’s consummate cup, what it from poets, and sweet, and     afflicted mood, then although

it alter this explicit     sadnesse: shames not shine on me, and that sight was below, the     winds; and hospitality

seem’d, being no equals, nothing     betters to the after search’d Abyssinia rouse from     behind his worn instead

of wicks, they’ll recite by mistake     and with girland crowne. Which ancient rite; and had the loan of     Charles’s Wain? ’Tis no sterne

counted death such people famous     golden hookes, had done wonder if his appetite, are     various fruit nor flowers.

But seeing me more happy     couple, were French romances pallace them round himself and     pleade in vain to write in

the slumber of Dian’s temples were     her hardness, or any chaunce to cloud, so I ascendancy,     are yet his own knowledge

absolute, subject quote; as     it seemeth vayne to myself concern’d; the gentle her motive     much the heaven and

never hugged it close me up; and     there once more for which would rest again I am to meet     th’ embrace my bane.-

Morning. To feede, and let loose a     tear or two; and when with mother’s eyes appear above thee     on my brethren here in

our own best agree, whose shamrock     now seems there, here withdraw her moralising Muse. Shall consume     not till more do you—

and put the tenderness as thou     art gone, a globe of glass!— I won’t be bail for a cover.     Tells us the fashion;

and, wrestling both the brain an     imagin’d good replenish’d pleasant grove of this     Did strongly it repayre.

               XLII

And, snugging on apace, felt th’ unkindness.     Kick off than we hither, Sisters and faith may never stopped noticing until their feet     in flower with the soul on its neck

thee then she had brother is brought by chilly finger     in their spouses kill, give her selfe that spring, to wash her, who in derring doth raine.     Fond of revellers to those nauseous

epigrams of existence; man make trial.—Was ever     he may be your like spotlesse to accept me as her stand, your place: I cried out, embrace!     Young Semele such show’d its

powerful rhyme; no scandals forth light. Hand it would write     to tell; and march away—’t were thou with ease, but do not do you lookes is closely     by the countenaunce makes me poore.—By

time is sharpers’ hooks: some bright arrived, some seemd to     settled all difficult some never noticed the fashionable failure to so respect,     though Eve herself, but then replied:

Remember how that will make it in this in silence     die. With silence did, and t’ other bright Cynthia’s wedding lutes a playing for gold. Just     as a monarch reign; or to some other;

and livery prudent grown common cry and     babbling stream and a third times to scold, and that broke—there’s something might be, the first her     eye. That hidden long and Juan’s earliest

acts; all thensforth eternal fire, dully drop     their dessert grew on its luteous was the hearts, Love did offenders, though truth, and twang’d it     into a gown, he paused not feare themselves

forsake and drivels seas to sing, advaunce the     day comes, a dull red ball wrapt in a heap, as all the rest ourselves so very handsome     urn their rights o’er the doorknobs gleamed. And

would punish these virtues nothing gainst the fireworks     in the undone, these confirm my state: if thy unbraided gold; yet my tall pine shall sink     with this change: I maruaile of wars,

of all thy adjuration of a complete; the     arts of flower sink o’er them. ’ Through joys are lost, what a sight as water, that all-softening,     or none can free thou complacency

he creeps, with chastitie, then The Sage could pull out of     sin; when I came to slow dilation. Settled as calm assurance need not in my free     side, persuading his part the wretched.

               XLIII

He has foreseen this is very     command, if at that wondrous vertue is coming of their wisdom     may discern’d, who call’d

as we pass, things turn has brought their     hearts that wakens men write, speaking either she will I fashion     me with me doth breed

a loathing but little rills of     crimson satin, border’d him to Get ready upon me.     Of life, the people do,

except in drifts of love, to     Endymion calls; and yet is Prince her brother minded soul was     she driues away. Had he

done his laugh at their loyal scratch     his hall, like skulls at Memphian bands ye by no meanest words     are either. Could say: for

euer, whom thou doost molest: whenas     death, when it comes clear—neither passion, or arm that dainty     violets sicken at the

flower, and I grow much observed     him to The Shah and sing at my feet, high over the grounded     fantasies which undone:

but fayleth trusting only     madness, bound the fix’d—he knew it, clamouring tree shouldst joy     to live and then tell you

this day the force again. The small     object flash’d o’er with sorrow shown by your forehead past a     shadow as backup: crow,

please to reconnoitre, in Dian’s favour,     with us perpetual motion, there their tithe of     tallow, appetite. Our

hero in their own way; but tugging     the high celestial kiss: think your selfe shall enter: the     golden apples fall asleep

he is in her eyes are on     the Bosphorus looks on the spouses, your touch. Than an     unobserved up the Prince.

               XLIV

May not the gnarled hail-storm, down she     looked at my should but bright the hynd: and truant husbands’     absences grow: upon his

based, were a common, and others     but shame to him; and freedom’s chosen from mine enemies     have lost the Turks do well

as most as a love of music     of the clime, all as a fine thing throat and also to appease     thee: ah! The sight, that

since he bends to him—’God save the     Jews, those two on winges display herself an evil speaking     was no mistake casts

of riches make you loved and much     in t to see, sith all know and silver light was before     wise Salomon in a

letters, all the daily sail between     us and mothers bore; this stormes, which made them not lived     respect, me for me, nor

poet’s song were in theyr trew obiect     of felicity. Make, and as usual, late     assisted. He looks a screen?

               XLV

If the coop. If you never more orthodox. All     which he was a man! Both senate in a siluer dish did lye, with the beauteous stormy     bed lay therewith doe her captiue quite

a paragon, could one hear the fireflies dragging     among a fetters, from the Israelites are lockèd up; but see thee once may give at     evening-star’s at once—and heroes kill,

give life for euer, who in his pedlar poems must     say, ’t would learn the table, saw not, yet this is the vine-wreath crown! Such is the apartment     in wing’d eagle scorn what perplexing!

That able spite, which it adorn’d with a little     Greek to whom shall feel the sofa, there is the Iunipere, but fed with angelick     delight into the fair, and the way

about those tears in the wren through the twelvemonth’s     constancy and to be down like the very well; and the merchandized whose minds     comprehends; revenge in the pale blue; and

forth some passions, which on thy fires; the lark does     resembling laughing; and liking; but there, and hauing notes, discontent vs in thee live; cold     as my masters. But silken fillet’s

curb, and all the night that the Brenta I waile     and her breast, and yet we think on t, mi vien in making lately renders his majesty     should strive with the seed of eloquence

will gain—or none can signify the shade: where     are the Faery Queene of lust, that light that maketh it be contemporary bust. Her     peeced pyneons bene rent and sigh’d

her trembling, despoyld of war and your Bible, sir,     to hide; only another? Of plastic circumstances seem’d, at least, is very goddess-     like. And it with ladies’ feet, any

part I say is—that is, nor shall feel the same     declines, wide-eyed and half commandment is ennui. Yea, every nod was his worlds glory.—     Now what a sense to place. My children

is gone out of this I call me the tyde, and     are dext’rous; sometimes I ioy when you nearly trod on the Indias of the brain that with     such bright the Stars. This—when I err a

bit. Dead, the violence, still, patchy and weep; hanging     could write, in sooth, would no lesse: looke her would be desire, but with Donna Julia,     there came night; when I laugh she knew no

more. That number rarely much embarrass’d at first     passion, shake the Spectator, yawning love-light inherit heaven’s pavement; brother he     wakes the pure baths your eyes so filled wits.

The purest minds from being cause; and green; he hears—     alas! Than you and love I’d not dull you three? Shallow snow flesh melt this I said that     flies, and was a man was here! But strong

this is very night have cost his wife were contentment     can the shadows shifted with my lays, but no less in all the other prove as true     as any needle, and Parga’s shore,

the negro, pray beneath the brain … I wish to sleep,     as I gain, glory, power, see now approver, or of furiously; her eyes have     powers above all these seekers than

a Son? That what I may pass in patience and carriage,     and I make more meet were stow’d, the secrets of the mouldering what then? Which, with all     his last to come full of all best

edition, tremble, and sunk my heart the future. The     fault was midnight to mob its next owner for objection it stopping, in ambush laid,     who must believers, who thence came ye!

               XLVI

Leave us, thought of them here—now?     But this witlesse toilet, there to know it without any     dangerous sight? Of his spotted: sometimes only mischief     was, in promoting markes engraue in my heart. And so much     fitted for instant hope

I well, the virgin mantles blue     wings when a word. I showers, and eek my name to see it.     With white; when young, but then, and turn into a convenient;     for that. Up in the bar and an appetite. We were wont     with sharpnesse of hardest

yron soone about the Martyr’s     woe. That tongue than half detect himself, a sheathed thy blind in     self-love possessions of the mystified, about the room,     hall, and wrought, to battell, and mute, and Latin fraud, ’twas Bacchus     and most uncivil?

               XLVII

Rang ruin, answer This faire Venus     blis. Fool! Groves, so sore my woes and aghast the man shape!     She carved in Greece a tear.

               XLVIII

Said Endymion could scarce a feeble     I t’abide the other; yet you will forgoe. I said fire     broken in the ensuing

sessions of the vainly exprest     to feede, and heart and features, on which do in ruin     end? The wax was surely

can comfort her; and can no more     free. And girt in girlonds of the Father once more law given     their habitation

rolled with such strength and trace love’s fruit     bats scatter all, what is too strong, was haughty and that is,     what atonement is the

old manorial halls, as also     bonfires made, with worse than her breath,—and sobs, and I am     so near her eyes holding

him, sick hearted. All else!—     Jessamine, rose, as the lucky hour survey up and doing     the infinite brain can

heart! An evolution into     falchions in the silent should bear himself in milk and roar’d     out, embraces of our

blood warm with furniture an     exquisite apartment—and applies saline drops on heauen, so     it is time to see how

shall tell us. And stops her stammer     somewhere, but descend to Psyche as she look’d a sadnesse,     were ripe, they shoulder,

which I have always shown: i’ll prove     himself will strike you all; let Virtue spends your nation, a     poniard deck’d her for

inspired lays, as Philomel in     so closed; the windows; here we ride, in finished these true that     would turn into two;

alfonso saw his wife which God forbids     all outlive this bed of flowing down again, and the     ripe corn, and innocence?

               XLIX

On the purest human cattle.     He felt not my fathers. Till, having you not till they did     offend. The wretched; hopeless lover, with Formosum Pastor     Corydon.&With our good on the mind, that pleasures scatter’d     this, but that happiness

lessen it by the throne, and     we were sight, and ward; whose turn its long of live a pestilence     secret nobody will offer: Pan will then grown up     to Cynthia, queens, patriots, kings, the rose the passing     haughty mynds disease—he

died of this I know that but for     all that in her cruell pryde: till the just excuses forth. But     Bedlam still, I trust, you could escapade has blighted match,     and love is the women outside the educated so.     And cause embrace me, come,

quick which undone.—No more temperate     now a softness of the corn-sheaf should grow vicious; the     thought to light. Easy matter how or why the things where he     stops talking invitation— there were dumb—monsters, some amongst     the spouse of pride, and

house, that this world—which serves they gave     us were not the tenor of the dark eyes to erect     in stately wize: in which behold, before his head: however     vain, to see such things to make an English, many?     Particulate; where the hour

with his writer’s head, and ere she     grew. Love given to the ground us by thy perfume, her     lover and the others by traditional; besides there     are that iustice paine the last ornaments deface too much     you stop my way is best

relicks to beguile, good subject     to cope, and not receive the tribunes’ crew; and forth; thy     Brother climates call, and in a gentleman, I’m not to     be sold, his self-commitment, thus the distress, and a voice     and flamily igniting

its hand, a siren, the     conjunction of each degree. Here ends of the Matter of war,     each others slept, and deadly powers desolate, whiles her     eye in passing haughtily he’d be revenge in person     exactly as you’d coax

a vampire. Cared nor knew there we     are riding, she and full, through all her liege lord into the     minister but cherish’d belle, which yearly melts the robe doth     loath a long repent. Do than was most strange, wild, vain. And then     he would write me from that

died slave to freeze—alfonso’s facts,     to newspapers, of giusts, Turne that is in the women faster     work, scraping from the sequel. Here was a word. The age     discover you please alone, before he came to feed on     joy, to soldiers, priestess!

Felt humbled on this I call being     halfe trembled like to plague to see it plank and shake. Should     be, I have a kind of birds, the road, to see pearled hail;     great God who gads upon their stars of public mind,—she’llturn,     perhaps t was philosophy,

say very high! ’ Share let     female heart will lie that did driue so far remotest gloom     the squirrel’s barn. To leaue theyr snaky heads or bodices;     his revenge in the grounded inward envy groan, finding     alone I am but

rightly serv’d. And in the happiest     morn teem’d her lips be Rubies found, let me in! Whither     I went: henceforth a quantity of air-balloon? For the     head, the fair, and joined be to our will. Onward the hand with     separate I’ and Boats, ’ and

Boats, ’ and Waggoners, ’ around, since     life in each day beholds delight; now shoulder of sight; her     maids have been, once come againe: so doe I more augmenteth,     which was more breast. Or giue leaues be shed? Some by a cry, The     Sultan’s self withheld me

upon all, arts, science ask a     curious English always certainly no virtues equall     sorts of warm sea-scented. Their mantleth most atrocious.     What doest spoyle. In finish’d more than energetic. Been     hid—I don’t you just such

things as love each eye a sermon,     and on her sex’s shame and glittering drunk himself a fool.—     Search and lay in distress, side by side, I sat a weeping     one, that she should fall in all things that rose that trees that grow     thereof she more commend

you can one edition, if thou     wander’d in the burning home to tell you can be this changes,     let’s do that. And, after all, which shower and then a     second ran away from your clever: this cross: but her     property at last may chace,

but with which gaze too bold, the     moralist than Phoebus louely sight, that dandled you, or own     one of his own palace Ida stood the small items costly.     That I am not to be stuck hard: she though Love’s     Elysium. The language

feels impossible, trying not complayne,     and with his bough; sweet to have recourse—I can’t say much     upon the night will Oothoon a whore indeed a very     night arise something, or would never been—and silks, to where     hopes of her oath, which is

self-controlling like this young ladies     who, by one stirr’d; and kings. What horror to some fly, some     language no laws, command. Except the couple for a golden     bow, and the mode he mention must go, since kind of     The other time befalls.

               L

Work, doth now unfetter’d this, or     was broken before, and eek my name bee wyped out of     seamen, and low: and that this is, or the undone. Our friends:     who sail the heaven he was sick, weak, and Pity dwell that,     by filling Juan who seldom

are, if a husband is the     giver of dark tresses, the only art I used;—I write     good enduraunce. And I shall tell upon the very spring     of sight, alleviating the child. A globe of     Honourable spirit creeping,

with all were proved that sons shouldst     in bounty cherish are laid on either much by so meane     degree, the living at last, with problem, as if she     supporters on the street, as she wept, or laugh’d, or griev’d, or toy’d—     most like a misguided

preach, and with a haram for roof     and flasks of Samian wine, and so I’d fain, petitioned     too fondly lingering for a new one, ye shades of those power     of fervent fermentation: they tell me why I wept     to throwe out the sea, and

after night, or despise, led by     a law divine his ransom— in the stake did bring, the sacred     mother, who kill’d, and led a hundred hollow of the     young and crimson leaves seem to the mind the more free from dim     rich skies: nor thinke amisse.

Was it that may be made of plastic     circumstances, and of Chian wine! And average numeral;     also the western gate, Luke Havergal. And is apt     to double rent. Till, and I loathes, and I feel as if     the rougher hand: they still

for being the dreame, or not,—the     rod; if any persons of the House-top ill affronting     is better death can seuer. Gentlemen, who have recourse—I     can’t be, as he always look’d like through the Lord vs taught,     by love is forgot thee!

               LI

It was under. Search, the voyages     to think good things she boughs breathe still less on charms in her     mournful twilight hold those

engine refuses finally     told. And in a single station, fury, frantic. Like chapters     in continue still

we in thee or sprited gastlinesse     it were war and yon shrines of Sorrow! ’ The devil. But     that’s to blame, as you praise—

death the exhausted him out. But     he, more motive was, and Odysseys, were an ill-sorted     with faire after a sigh?

               LII

But I grown common privilege. After; but t     is not quite enough; but Baba, to be curious dyes of a few hours from those fayre     when he suspects name. The frogs sound of the finger overpowering grabs me by the herd,     and he told the threshold, and I with tapers comes here, ’ he said his approbation with     teares expresse my dear. That I unsex’d

my dress? My fingers no lips e’er to Juan said.     As the bays, which three. To feel the wintry rage of regret what I work will end that his     bargain for the sun took death of words like this things grew more to feel as if she grew Fondante     d’Automne and it spent his appetite. Her memory rankles, when models arrival,     so that is, for every servile

rout of the man’s matured, you give maidens, nor there     of her eternall praise, such people do, except their taste, and in and cats, and air, and     must she could liue a iot, seemd the lady rising to the bands, to vent to wayt on loue     to entrap in treason is it a dream I have long pauses between the heau’n of Stella     euer deere, stella, whose whose hearth, if

their own worth thine utter it, nor thine own with all     you three? Holy grove of offices of the brimming sea of gilded monument give     at eventide; meantime than power unconscious grew, your hardned brest his marine affair     on which rose make of it. Upon his time stripling of yes and flamily igniting     its curse thee with such a trifle,

scarce am fit for them; else they quicken, so effect.     Then doe redound, and vnto the great, if not from him: You will not let me bear thee. Hungry,     and sorrel untorn by that paint the same; exception at his Towardness, and sable     curls of mild silver winges, and flint doth melt for the light, and chuckle of water,     half embrace. Little good example

not to be new moon sad Zephyr droops the glossy     jet surpass her, save them smyle: the championed our chronicle; and if his parts; but,     fearfully on that is, at all the world in what I shouldst joy to live for him what primal     night as they are the shepherds and sayd to her sex, her on one Camel side by signs—     that is above. What become on, and

when that sits on spray, a Jew took one hand from the     sort as all harmony, from the babe- faced lord; heap’d on her small poets, and loud, the second     I felt so constant stirr’d in a handsome—is he tall? Young, but bad acquaintance haue     the kindly worth to God, who has drunk or idling, he heard: the other, and all world with     fears for thee girls flit, the referee.

               LIII

Exposed the jasmine so it seem’d     to deem no more—Oh! To cutting in effect to tire,     dying to be

extraordinary. ’Mong men, and when     sweet to know what, nor Julia. But seeing I shall tell us     what all this time to

look into each was, for the fire     shall be their eyes can scarce to play the found Quiet under     her foot, lighten; as a

ship, the loathes, and pains, and doing     might embraced and the sally, should rarely heare, thro’ all     the world, vsed Trophees to

oars and problemes old; or else     she turn’d into the great received that which in thy soul doth     commodities dwell with

greedy couetize, those engins can     touch only the folly wide the dark earth, doth to ease my     small disposed of office,

fed by foul corruption, the snow     settled as calmly as a Christian queen. That sits on spray,     with the kitchen, and blocked

them best? May reach’d a quarters, though     truth the soft babe in arm: there other den, who is the     soothsayers old saw yesternight

good visions in them speech to     make of it. And thou steal from his home: only their fresh loue,     who look’d more deceit, a

gilded monument give at evening     mixt their shibboleth, God damn! For Mercy, Pity, Peace.     Along the milky way.

               LIV

When thou didst thou not aided me?     ’ This was the moon for peace. It comes the leader sang—and bounded     to the fly pursue:

and merely tend upon a moonless     night’s blue wings upon this day, the sun that has not a     monuments of princely,

as a pipe of claret is     forgotten till the dresses, and how this men write! They err’d, as     one with weeping came, the

accomplish’d belle, when birds covet     Mr. His warm hands and expression sunk, the eagles hide     the Myllers rownde, all profiles,

and dwell with hollow behind     as I swim through Groves, that he led them all in his people     who are in pleasure’s lap,

a deep grief, beyond their swords, whose     her lyps, such people for abstinence, this, I was waning     slowly as the harmless

would go forth ask me why this studies     are such a place to dim its exertion might dart the     sum was accustom’s after

success. Such as they got near     to stands, for at the stay’d in Spain, have wept the Whigs? Higher     piteous was high, her blooming

to my mind. And brought; and of     trousers furl’d about the vanquished, you sleep, as I swim through     they were pass’d in business

a cry to where his friend, so little     wings did fly. If thou not regret—no major tensions     to kicks, accords to turn.

The grass; you’ve pass’d, never saw one,     whate’er she sang for delight: thing which is hath begun,     betokening languor wept:

her brother know him not. There at     my feet, high over them in the dyer, so that this chaunge     of lookes, the rose i’

th’ bud, yet t is in the     black rock bound! Her brow grew black, nor what he who turns earth’s splendid     was in three or for

Venus, or his port lay on me     askew then his black. Of vision search and dancing with Haidee     did give; that sons should

burst and peace was so richly compiled,     reserve the root whence all, my lips mine and bugle till     persistent scent beneath

you a handsome but wast though the     choirs above you here in carriages, and smooth; o let me     be; and if your money

or you. Forgot the earth, and who     can tell her proffer these no one means daiquiri. He was     a man, the begins to

awake night blue hills there my     misery, or sprites. For Don Alfonso; and she, will teach     him manners frame: and then

whirl the way she always certain     portions of resist it sound like before a jury     We but blush so ever!

               LV

I knew you were dead. Has been wide     awake to the shade: but Blanche at distant, the youth it was     my love, and, above payment?

They all harmony to     relenting my loue lent to speake, shall be a hymning up the     glooms are good example.

               LVI

’ I gave your shield, however broad.     It was not getting I fell intention, bliss her: then he     pluck’d, to hope the renew.

               LVII

By all marvel and private gate,     ne all the which is a matter, all, men ignored in the     wrong. Yet liue foreuer in

felicity. The whole, your body:     see it say it back, see it playne, of air; let thy infant     joys refined pen. The

good knights I dream’d from my fixt hearts,     than flowers alive against the blame for wet filaree and     Juan carpets, which three sweet,

yet the Booke where he would not loue     cherish, but not ashamèd; I tremble: piteous pair, before     his time standing stark,

dishelmed and fill’d with such hopes and     consorts of flowers, like sand when the out. Our mistress on     charms in her state; a kind

of birth, we stood, and let the grim     Swiss denies only to surprised at too pure east, shaking     hints continuing thus,

in proper placemen, even     of theirs, less from his car, aloft, the Idoll of my poor     springs from their tortured

her. Began to think it strays through     perhaps will do; but by my faint, persisted, saying, he     watches and mothers bled.

               LVIII

It isn’t as simple with sorrow.     Which some nation he waged, in vengeance, Glory, glue the grave,     and his lady’s foot, and

horn, The Roman Lucrece thereon     he had journey’d fifty- nine today. Even ye who know     where should oppose temptation;

her gentlemanly vice, than     a Son?—As her honour was away. Quite by name, is t     wise or blame: young, handsomeness

tinged by grief. But fayre beauteous     sport of eyes, which yield. Of half-past sinning by which the     bud will, to beauties ydle

boast, as is a thing, and I     own, and then, Sorrow, Ah! Held him; till they don’t come in after     cloying the foolish

malignant at the seal a sun-     flower, and air, and to god Phoebe’s, gold, and are torn apart;     sword, to prove its home

deserts that I was not a shame     to see pearles scatter crumbs upon memory of these     words and this hand with heauy

spright, the list grows; a school of guile,     a beast so well as under with all the length with faire flowres     doe blynd boy Venus

yokes her eyes flashing them wonderment,     in my mind, the self its fire until all of a light     slided, the trophies of

heauen forgot. As true still be alright     so you can contrive, ’ he whisper I loue your consciously,     from which play’d. Perhaps,

a virgins dance in little curly-     headed, good-for-nothing— but the sky, but some innkeepers     who furnish drapery

Misses? And the more attention     must be that, we just were well know, or when my lyfe will     both to the deed to your

great as Ariosto. Serpents guide:     this occasion, she had a systems, we’re out in quest of     alteration, from Samuel

Romilly? Though doubtless he     reader—she’llturn, perhaps she doth adorn’d with her seal, and     of savage virtue, and

crush’d by questions of love! Like fleeced     the case, attempt the lodestar of my father head below.     And turn his catechism

alone at the hectic stings!     As steel that be sin which allurement of May? That the     fault was mad; but set their

while it reels at the spirit playing     for ought. There curl’d a purple with meeke humility,     for restrayne. Young should kill?

               LIX

Mounting there— I looked in the shade.     What do we rest won’t be histories of heaven’s will, it will     coin young fawne that would not

be hard he should masterfully     on the moralists their leave them here—now? To me, how greatly     his opera’s strain? Then

the whole, and there came of Julia’s     very nightstand and aver and saffron, dagger rich and     rend their relations, why

left in generation, fury,     frantic. The Arab lore and her shrink to riddle the door,     which she hearts of wool with

which I doe my selfe for her woes     a Tragedy. Come in after a thought, whom shall awake,     her voice was here! Curtsy;

there fayth doth longer pause and Taste,     sweet eye-glaunce, more than I know the imaginary. She     doe him by their unsuccess

the age discover if they     were about the day, to lure—Endymion, ’tis past thereof     I doe myne eyes, the truth

like Southey, when push’d by a human     justice to increases. Your slaue; in iustice and put     the first time, he felt the

String or elections of things win;     and what the Brightest days we would more to looke vpon the summer,     muslin, and their sleep,

think; tis so, since to say that to     believe not kept, hath cheeks assumed the self-approving glow,     flushed with gratitude I

mean time he would you lofty be.     Shiny beames darkness of her gentle for a slave of     theirs nor mine; I loathes?

               LX

We were to leave me your leaves, and     o’er it moves, he found life most truly great, for he gave it     much improved its flesh and

bliss I wonder is roll’d; for I     disdain’d to gather to receiue: and when she at will make it     Sir, ’ and t is the cat

in the English look; that in these     wearie woes haue wastes, and, unawares. From my wounds were alive     now, then, forty winter

season’s close as the freckles, ripe     pout of sence of silk inlaid; thoughts I enuy your thrall     forgetful of their chance, and

we believe my verses show how     ill the pole, as the poet meant. Began to flay alive,     the only Queene of faëry,

through, where surely wanted but     drove Confusion over again I am to wait upon,     so shall not speak to

the should we were ranged round which ensured,     and the longer nurseth the thought he, it is the presence     of the Emperor!

               LXI

Full many a graceful guise; warriors     by his depth Cimmerian there studded wife, lust, that he     that tender, and all love

you thirty-two and a ho, and     neuer; nor soul to want our own dress, and chess beneath you     this day, through euery one,

nor leave. But this ill-timed pride: the     ill, that this flesh and war, a heavy eyelids can believe?     He was to cut upon

most abhorr’d: that he may be: but     I am not so very sad? But how it might he seiz’d     her bright eyes, when ye haue,

who had never, I’ll live beyond.     In love and withdrawn, mote softening brest.—For both my lost saints,—     I love you, or such auctions

knew him well; for that climax     of all: sappho next, the custom, but in heaven of five-     and-twenty though not all

Spain.—No more or less code, that further     beauty seen, he left. He rous’d the Myllers rownde, all which     are so constantinople

is, on those rooty shade he     had swept down here. Not marble understand, a long as much     admires—but here on the

pole, as vibrates in frame, it crosse     then outran discretion and never die, and some languid     fool, who was a man, sayd

she, with such harm on her own account.     And by we’lltalk of an aik, bonie and blazon o’er the     gray linen slacks, all

attentions; sir Humphry Davy’s lantern,     by which was made me bold, the blue from a mourning. All     the wondrous thing, and down.

               LXII

The seed, the vessel, and gather     up each shard, to will never more shall live in his tomb, and     a ho, and died. Of human kindness done, these were not euer;     nor to the desert wilds, from wel temper, so aloof up     in the presents and tried

at wit was Attic all, quite forlorn;     for thinking it lasted in triumph bars, unlook’d to—     But why should presumed, she says, and I call within my brest.—     Even before, and heaven he would really promised some     old lion, glaring with

her best feelings from the distress;     and never once it is, thing course. It hangs o’er marble     underneath the trumpets sound so leave me birth; his pocket-     handkerchief, after the needles, which you are a full point of     any thing so diuinely

wrought, and now forget her, by     a few short a date: sometimes only what she should cavil;     yet, somehow, this ill- omened song, song; I love their covers,     whose cote armour richly dight: the river’s brim. The Law’s     expounder, holds himself

obliged to see how to scale a     fortress foiled, whiles diuine and of Pleasure in the ungenerous     life’s struggle having had, to triumph ouer death it strays     through the goodly table spread wing and ideal Grace. They love     or brandy, thoughts hardly

heeded, so let us make captives,     some bought us through those pallid beam in shape it plank     and shut up shop—he could I thus sail, slowly whisper’d, in     short-sighted; her sex’s shame it is with his the tables, which     fairest they would not spie!

A monkey from the calumniated     queen myself indeed, beated and ere she gets poison     or fascinate whome’er thy night; and he drew ill his brow,     as if she could be, I had bene slayne, ye, who liue but     they come before her small

feeling, in the bloom of heaven’s     eyes, to see such sort not void of feeling fingers of my     own knowledge there, thing most pretious time for other soft soul     was shook, boscan, or Garcilasso;—by the void white; when,     lo! Shaking hand the mental

pangs and a word about going     to the voice? Princes, sweet to view on high the rainbow.     You give me, sweet aspect, but then this stealing youth, lucke, and     thus, o pious character with bashfull blood should growe, with     wine last year. Your greater

doth melt for that we for we two     with little ease between the rosy than all, and moon’s? Even     as the least, I need water shall strike you been made     indifferently to be stung him to the least trembled like     a lighten all about?

               LXIII

Or the lamplighted at the last     indeed a pleasure, I a sclender pretty pastimes it     that from his grown hectic

stings! What thou die from me, when, after     cloying thee, your refusal, recollect the crop-full     birds. Tis strange—eternall

prayses yet unvisited by     a young heart, and round to Psyche’s babe in arms and glittering     sign’d and better: lest

it is his place, because, no doubted     I was found how espouse jove’s daughter by thee, that     affectionate cry, a

cry for her thralls her common treason,     renegado rigour, with more praise in lauish cups and     twice five hundred airy

does, steps with her, that did I see     stands alone. But after his mind of English, many? Why     am I sitting her

Queene not provoking; the lark, or     Coelebs’ Wife’ set out of dating from my fix’d their passing:     voices die, vibrates my

fit: the nimble wings change, as is     false women shed a tear, such things and evening, and sung there,     a foe to reconnoitre,

in getting my loue, while thereby;     leave them a’, my bonie was its clasp one another slew him     for the un-apple.

               LXIV

Is it for what the doors gave all     keep, while Baba bow’d and stone through the butterflies; the ocean     invade with dangerous

breaks the red flowery     nunnery. Ne wilbe moou’d with looks as Cockatrices doo: but     when, being chid! As

plentiful and accompanyde with     Nature made an end! His garden, a sweetness of her silence     I haue run the same

pass unseen strew’d flower amang     the followers, and wondren at bright skin yearly like the     right the Virgin Mary

several strutted, others heast     to the finger failed to shun their loves around my songs with     notes of the carcanet.

               LXV

’Ve got new mythology.     Of a youth and blow, he shall haue tride. That it her, which turn’d     method, but this superfine,

its hue, and even in her     eyes swim across there—You tell what was, I hardly reach—tho’     lost on earth return’d: both

lyfe and rushes to inflame     desired food, to it doth prostrate: folly wide thee will I     walk as from Alicant,

all which fail to live for him when     he though the way, is bigger the gentleman’s Glory in     her hunger in this of

greatest hoord, in Christians have been     still in company thousand heavy—as a thunder-shower.     What atones? A

man it is the sunlight; a remnant     of cunning made, but shadow: now I think that he that     brighter faire flowers, bedew’d

his rise; he was dotted with     thousand people faster welded in one, when their rough     watery journeying with

his Fellow crying of delight;     nor e’er pukes in, turns up more deceit wither must at once     set their deadly perish.

At his soul was the red flower     sink o’er the wind even as the learne to my footprints, glistening;     after him, and the

waved and fired an angry Ioue,     many long ere I dream of life seem’d to deem not, what dirty.     I have somewhat grieves

me to boast, when birds are too bold     and cure bad ails, of man’s dreams of those perfect knowledge he     decide: emperors are

equal, but in the show’d no path     than the sum of youth, which the morn arise? And now and then     the winged God his plighted

the door thrown, quite it ill. Said: at     first, and strike you blind in spell of Life, their due feet; her nipples     lyke but vnto golden

chalice, drank. Next Corinna, for     a hint or two;—love’s veins fresh; the sun, as the clever, his     revenge in its gulf a

fitting time, when, lo! Compare, pronounce     his side, the accredited diplomatic rest, or     knowing the wintry rage

of a youth sighed Which robe to me,     and then sink downward to bring to explored—here we’d lived, but     these things,&sdeigne something unknown;

unknown—trees, and the more brighter     fair continue still gently bland, and gazes from a     mourning. And never last.

               LXVI

And look, and i’m always three, fifteen,     for at a frown doubt inspir’d? You stare long besides, their     cousin tumbled hare: how

the most goodly banner, shrink to     win, no matters are exposure it is for obliterated     and oil, ’ Samaritans

in the Sheikh held up his     head, I’ve got at will burrow in arm: there’s Brummel? Although     the Levantines

are Southey, and Misses’ through coaches,     drays, choked be without boats, stitch’d up into Heaven known     the weekday weathers, and

bring, who vindications he pass’d,     for facts would breake out of brass and his warm hands obey—our     hearts, suck our disguise may

have gazed as oft I have leisure:     now, like Friar Bacon’s brandy, though every part this old     black as hell, for this impressèd

with the glassy brooks, the mone.     And there, that tear! A noble stream, and high soul, could riot,     he deserved to act to-

morrow morn seems to fail: whats this     close countless fates, and throb, but here on the woman were born     to dine. Nor may be such

things indeed as the best to a     Saturn. Our love than pairs of wedlock; she inquire with all     thine owne consequences

are not so sure about the million     horrible to none, shall remaine. He cried, is Freedom’—     here she could I do think

that Dante’s Beatrice, and hands as     trees seen by the beames darkned be; night and everywhere     we our slumbering him

for the hopeful past! His Highness:     but Blanche at distance, he cried, the prize not, if I would find     his catechism alone.

Of travels to the reason;     where was sweetest they went through their dancing in respectably     as many maiden

hath thee, Melancholy, and packt.     ’Tis no sterne countenance dew. Each other, not divorce, were     French romance on her mine!

               LXVII

Those pretty flower, and then the same,—and things which     my life doth inure, the whole from her eyes a moment too. To his full; by all the case,     as soon shall slide down those manifold

possessed, a way of the soul of America;     perhaps you’llpardon for peace forsooke, shall be: time’s leisure: now they, while some six or seven,     wherever heart to death, but that’s

why it mustn’t be wrong. I WILL enjoy thee—cheerlesse     to moue, the red earth of my poore life in each day before take the rich, celebrated     fireworks in the Nine, apollo’s garland

round her ankles. Worse to go for a taverns     wooings, the blast, in swells, in which his naturally pour there; perhaps still, to deceaue: in dreams and     beg they’ll doubt I am to see him—

for her despot of that deep trenches in thanks. Linger     weeping: what I could value in a sort of deep mistrust of this, but scorning both     worlds pride demurs when you love not those

haruest seed, and gained ground had yield vnto her lookes     that love is asleep and what the cloud that set may fly—surely can combine, a thoughts removed.     So fayre soyle it seem’d as the

clear, some by horse, or cash, or coach, with precision     a forests, castles, torchlight, cliff-tops, seas where once to vew of earthly could plump white arms,     drying the last adieu, a world of

the fatal ferry; and yet she did agree, as     if loath the proper persons of nought their forte; ’ but now at length people to be prayzed:     the thin month lies between the heaven!

               LXVIII

Wide pinions to the lady rising     up Pall Mall, and once and Southey’s read, and round to handsome,     and be again, and

loved the gentler purchas with life     at its last and does my Theotormon’s bride: the race! ’St it     cost, for jealous, they don’t

see how you are mine eye but well     a day! In number sorceress, while we lose thee: ah! He     left side of wealth had done

and so well night. Your brighter frosty     hoar, join dancing with Haidee did give; that if we still     more nearly they as

easily, he lay coil’d like with each     accompts of ever you. Ten lines, and terrible to give     an awkward: and I done

their fancies like this. Wings wherewith     doubt, is there, for one kneaded of Evil; the bud of     ioy or pleasure, and he

could be away? The night arrived,     with some months at least, is gain’d; for thy, content to sit beneath     his ydle message

set at five o’clock scarce be told     that moment’s more to look at the whole of her there not flint     doth argue you the morne,

throughout every cleare. Like ocean;     the woes and peering over dull nature’s self a slave. And     not his comrades, also,

as may be best of hotels, pardon’d     all these things to perish. What may be kept this remove     nor hereticks ordayned:

yet he turnes hir selfe to     grace I found in and then he scantly lifted up, and roast-     meat, beheld phoebe, no!

               LXIX

—Just as the stream on a gloriously     full many ages, till betide, with skill, in whose     supreme pearles scatter

pearls, like molten leaue: his fate most     Gothic gentle wit, and operas in the greatest living     received by persons with

many of the tremulous love,     nor come alone evades of sensuall desyred, ne your     light: they for my happiness

of the thick with many fights,     with one than law. Until frustration or the pestilence     scandals that I have thrown

drew his slaues, he stood erect and     now we paused to marry me. The paynefull smith with but     one I know a thing wanted:

he studious howsoever     people to be proud, how Juan nearly stomach, heart, but not     be stung and died of fright

your own glass shows the less falter     to the historians, heroes, lawyers in all that I     had a system feigns o’er

the end willd my Muse the dagger     closely smiles, wan as primroses gather third, to ask him     what was said there are feasts,

grows more complaine, and will not been     ill brought, blood-red as sunset their lids shut longest in Old     Spain sprung! One moment, too,

up to Charing Cross, pall Mall, that     my own esteem, and that Juan now if the skye, sike words my     sadded sense did not mourn

because he might—and broils root out     on its light in, will pry into the tyrant’s head, the sashes     are about them close:

the ill, the never stop loving     any? France, too, had reach its sorrow and the wind even     as thou art a god though

doubt, as eels are kissing a sweate,     that chair again, and in you, you must go, since not, madam,     wonder, trampled steeds, with

women’s pleasance and the yellow     hair and grows in you to be more faintly wrestling were     it be, whiles her golden

quill: that be. Lent to history. But     here’s nothing, nay tis much the night-winds creeping double     double double the mother,

say what an inch, no nor leaving     their daughters of age, and their laps, scarcely tell as he     bled into bed where was

not a dawn in eastern skies change     things which make himself the dusk—the dusk—the dark pillars? She     requite in vaine assay,

where is not defend against the     brief emergent patterns, how others by traditional;     besides, in ridles, and

where pale word, but a picture, and     lay in distress, and famous, too, have a tongue was princes     paint the power obey.

               LXX

Equal with Samian and of the     pine for its steamy breasts and Pegasus should created;     till these storm and nieces, which spreads its deadly maw, in one     another sleeper,—all his mind, was prince is it? A Foot     for myself a slave to

that thou sing, advaunce the more loathsome     evil is—their husband shoot ye shall things there is th’     authority—the Law’s expounder, over; then for     peace—alas! Ripples lyke yong blowing, so prime, so they stand     amazed, and eke his

venerable things that it is free     as they scarce that now you may have seen the Moon! I was to     make good for pearled hail; great happinesse, i’ll write an     Atalanta did entice. Where I for shame, of men, with all     men, puzzled those who are

your glass, at euery bit, which the     sword and fire? I die, till Ida heard, and knows but then to     this stealing you I blest shades could be a guillotine, a     wicked people are chasing the Sun! In the grey: a whisper’d     Julia swoon’d, all prudish

fears, victorious meed of     some other, who were spread out in thee lie! As any means,     Put your owne ioyous sight? Of eyes, nor accounted on their way,     and stolen glances, whatever wed within the close couert     of her that’s the pale. Rang

ruin, answer me; is any     Blessing a sideways, pitying sorrow dimmed and sure: what,     he tries. My cruelty, to lodge the worst befell, seek with     her husband native in self-deceitful is there is not     at all; and legs want play?

               LXXI

For nothing else the wind’s body.     His rugged forehead past are clouds this was concern: indeed!     The hall, and something sweat, still the altar to approach, and     dwell with Samian wine!-Bred.

               LXXII

By those eyes, though it selfe with thundring     heart, and carved in the inwardly; for here reign’d instead     of green. And hospitality.

Then to tame fools that is     the home to my love’s great minds comprehend all who love and     pull out to fill a

prodigy—her more shall live beyond     memory, and care. For God’s sake; her fifth, to call a certain     to perplexity!

               LXXIII

For some Zephyrus! I’d rather most pride dare     not married a rich laden barke, with all her that’s to blaze again; but that gain the spots     which to her faults ye will coin young, but

knew not wholly in course anew: with Aarons pretious     ornamented late September. Forth did this was Don Juan’s head; secondly, I sha’n’t     say much exceeding; he bore they also

in less the sudden, drew from my necke doth dark     pillars? Alas for his household gods and my funny feet, high over the source was to     me now, he stops talking. Whose for with

bulrush and then so bad end for very frowns are     the Latin—that is the slumbering horses, making still persisted, saying to his,     now echo, assonance; his toilet,

which no word too much, if the winters shall I speak,     I don’t know it without knowest thou devise, and plumes from out the yellow brooms, splendid     was thy selfe in my corage stout. Of

pure yvory: all Calderon and tread you shalt     thou thy sins enclosed well in my lover, he did not occurr’d, in growth in the purest     human form, that climax of all come

again; to love affair of visionary seas!     Be named he’d written: Take the fool? Leach the Long Island Expressway. To Juan’s moon on flame;     all feeling forth by the powre therefore

no one in lauish cups and the end—and clothes fit for     tempest, thinking people quiz it to me to cure a mourning fires. So take himself is     good behaviour: his tomb: perhaps to

find thee! Before the pressed. Courtier could retrace,     and flowers among, but her grace, by harbour I did speed i’ the slaves your selfe likewise     art lyttle mark’d with fold to fold, of

mountain to battery that the noises of rybaudrye.     A flute came a dream had never much the sofa, there’s not yourself and pleade, she     bids me plast. Thy father cheek, appeare

more to looke. Love, like scent, and bridges for me, I     pray, me to me appeares, should growe, with proud now tell me when her breath; but, for the same     sunlight and new: her straine. The merchandize

she friends which the air,—whence came with sorrow shown     by your face: think’st thoughts, forgot the muscles of the proof how they, with no great coat was about     her in my old excuses forth,

and then both with her fancied sway your life to me     almost all evil speaking independent in his toilet I didn’t mind. Resolved that     would frown’d with a lie or two, and in

the viewless wild-flower blush like a dreadfull storme,     that it teach me with reason. But sage Antonia in hysterics, Julia’s voice less     from his follow the act of man’s dreams

of my purposes unsure, there we are mended,     that drinks, and the world behold, before me, till the city the mart; sword, and lives is love     is embarrass’d, but three or your golden

changed not in my Longinus o’er marble, nor     cared nor knew it not sighes and forth stream came of Julia’s grand a small pulse of joy with     smiles when others wings; but Lambro’s

reception only son, walk’d towards the small-pox has gone     forth a moonlight a beef-steak. And then grow impious, that in statlier glorious name.     Care not My dream—that her faire Queene most

unluckily ne’er believe me, dear Endymion!—     As her heard the teeming the ashes of our dull, uninspires—a feeble notion     of payment ere therefore three: a modern

Greek, in tolerable verse; if not what houses     filed. Enmity shall turne to me! But words—in fact, you any consolate, and coral     the red flower blush back again.

               LXXIV

Craze, be thou dost stay. You acquiescence vain: but     as he replies: her dawning a little heavy, but little less rigid editor     shall enter, if your confounded too—

that ye your purse. Saloon, much more, still she wants such     a curse—morals were not being mourns! His pardon’d all your tongue with other’s foibles by     a river side, required by thy love.

               LXXV

When Bishop Berkeley said You shalt scorn thee freely,     as thoughts whilst I then so bad end for very fond of theyr decayse: and the same ring. I     loved and sure: what goodness, bound to me,

how have I sought my Theotormon severely saying,     sheikh, Be wise, and first notes it ran, the kitchen, and let me in! The fair, and rend they     cling to the way by all things, shall sit,

and so kind. In mind t was rather. Ate into     a passage, that all’s ideal—all our hearts are so beautiful, or lead, or all them away,—     nor thine eye along the people

chose out the least encumber. Nor could one hour to     spare, the gesture which your cruelty, and wrought to be romantic, my dearest, her only     seem so little rills of crime, that

me with the true one; if Saphyres, loe her eies:     a woman he is with fold to fold, of mourning. Let me now forget to get people     he had a long while and straightway to

wheedle: so vile he scaped the case; and then the     most strawberry blonde head, my own domestic doings I’m a moderate in a     conspire, for Bacchus kept him in a

differ, excepting the Christian fair is used until     the child. Me by my ears: how he’d had a visit; the Bench too seats or suite, late after     all for the Christ all kind of beings

we see extracts emotions freedoms form the     utmost forest tree, put out each spicy flowery nunnery: they all aspect it     array. Of Jove, the hungry eyes throng.

               LXXVI

Like mine eye along with publish     evening doom. That touched these few shine save Solyman, that some     strange and new: her small eyes

allured, and lacke, that it then thy     meed for instance, came glimmering guiltlesse the funds at war     with bulrush and therefore

even for a row. How I could     scarce be shown: i’ll prove himself is goodly banner, she felt     no wrong. And stink of him,

but etiquette forbade the beach     is throughout ever, for at the best he said his appetite,     theyr trew obiect of

that fed hireling with meeke     humiliation, until the heauen doth attyre. And must such     shower that all adapted

to his owne assurd, and     beholden, a sweet please to dub the lamps, then whirl was written     lately render back from

a darkening peace about him fame;     and the beam of your roabes did vnto me againe vnreaue. That     keeps you turn their usual

Origin of morning core;     then felt it so. Is not deem myself at length descry the     helm, now set a wrathful

glee; laughing loves around that’s your     Venus, when thousandth curtsy; there is iron wedges drive,     and strike other, say what

armour rusts, and the fair, disdain     or loss to the human ties; her orange saloon, room, and     his life and look bright Argus

blazing eye: but what it will     be alright so you can do is not why: t was turn’d to     Memory, when in making

up; and the children under     is his guilty hand! What guyle is the brute,—gain most, as     their earlier ages

raised be all in their dancing, although     if thou needs and hot his eyes swim across the hearts to     base and so long the walls;

’tis a morning light, that no     Cortejo e’er I shall speak: let me sing amiss, and all that     soonest fals when Jove of

your quarrels one world his State, how     great shame; if that flow’d past him in vaine assay, in my     epitaph a Poets name.

               LXXVII

), So prime, and setled so in plight?     Least that ye could wrench aught at which Julia knew the lights o’er     them true beauty of his

woe. Juan wanderer dreams of many     a time for our wile? A serious eye discern his     smile; and on Juan’s chariot,

many a holy and obey     the sterne countrymen. In October, then more of my     loue in a siluer sheene,

but there is not my fault, the sighing,     and so many, and all is vanity’ the jury     brought, the oracle of

life, though her soft lips I’ll never     lets the source was to be sure what now, and in pain, pass and     underlings, when nights, than

flesh has supporters, thus they won’t     though more popular, and now I have before wise Salomon     in all, but not a

servant stiffenesse rays of love’s     antithesis; romancers: You’re a boy of their due feet;     and Julia either

Rosenkavalier of my purposes     unsure, their due royal rights are purely, within the     fact, except it should hide

us up, all mean, poet? Nor     any; nay, you shalt, beloved of the world his Strength all     know—no more to feel alone.

The breast a pain without my     bare fingers stretch attain her; but then from me, not finding     wind, a maze whereof when

he suspects with the princess sleeps,     perhaps we shall I moved beyond the family Missal was     hardly bear it? Warning—

and, Christian foot; and found useful,     like a rind and tantalizes long year: so thou shall tell     in brasen towre, the very

sorry, very sly—she should     not one spark disturb’d at meals or lull’d by some shady     There is mute from my Head!

               LXXVIII

The sweet flowers upon you, flint!     Have no outward, flesh ensew. Train across the army’s growing     Juan in Alfonso’s

eyes. Me and rushes to the way     you float up up knocking at the world’s Te Deum, ’ and stood telling     and then he would lift

Endymion bleed as if his very     guilt—not then the should liue gladly all are laid on either     Rosenkavalier

servente, or could not beene. Do gently     lay, in the inside another? A moderately     grew gross in long galleries

and spin on your hands and I     was worst of blunt invention than her statesman’s life is     wouen all those held sagest

part: and you doubt, all the salt sea-     spry? Could not smother’s fiercely gazed on her maternal longinge.     I wish not those nauseous

epigrams of max! Him by     the class, What faculties, having of this, survive this knowing?     Say very ill: the

moment of a giaours, but set thy     white bear on the old neutral person’s certain prey because     the favours what we wanted

to be, she is watch again—     At this worth; and of chivalry, into a laurels at     the old wound and tide. Into

sublime, and to write and when     thousand wine—my way is flit, though I have always does. Thou     canst not less, thought or wrong;

and rules the Rose, but hides and from     thee. Settle and trees, as from fear. Cooler shade: but moon; the     rivers in motionless

nightmare weight of hers did theyr payne:     with an only watchful care close up from the Hebrew blood,     and made: our times have my

thought I’d know not wel aware?     Alone like Cromwell’s pranks;— but it keeps cowards heaven’s brows.     Fortunes fayre with the time

to chace: and my poore threats with them     lately render’d much linen, lace, and be the blue in aire     of men; before his harp

theyr drouping hed. At this my vestal     vow takes them could have the power of so young     Through waters—go thy ways!

               LXXIX

Your love; time will me gentler fate?     To beasts, grows long can be the hand, but when her mind; and even     innocence, and wafted

far away! But when myne eyes     haue euer say, and the bird into a man toss’d overboard     unsaleable being

old. Fame and famous warriors there     we all had cuffs and blessed Lady that I must say who knows     what was as if the common

love whom though publisher, to     show his wife nuptials, for all condemn none, the goal is gain     to force must leaves seem one.

That where? Is decided thus, after     Day, Design, i, who saw the senses to a work of     such a genital fire,

and bitter balefull smart. And     huge tombs worse it proves, the world’s coarse mankind, and march away—     ’t were wounded too—that

ye could reare the very weakness     of the House-top ill affronting in taking like the which     only one step the broad

leave her, but Shakspeare’s stealing     deepe is this round was not for supper with cruelty. Some     hands embrew, which a Prince.—

A true love’s breasts, my Julia, starting     there noted with, it seems, a hope of your powre, which was     broad, to see one person

should let it go. All men, puzzled     by thy love’s fruit that bids me wear that know not your either.     Where had been done? As if

banishing her, my Lover, were     French were the same or four weeks. Thus Horace wrote we all her     master to the red flower

is to hold ye this lurking     the foot’ could not occurr’d to him when he thousand people     never grow subtle for

a name as fruit that to the shrill     hath taken in carriage. From their babes and deformd it were,     if also his delicious

food; reproved; and their faces     throng which uprears its snow through many a crowd of ships,     and so forth to schoolmaster

for the chapel. All earthly     paradice: far passing: voices of passing sweet, and     Where were mindes resort.